Everywhere my tears spill,
Are buds that are trying to grow.
Every bud to be bloomed ,
Holds an essence of my tears.
The path that I've traveled,
Leave trails of buds to be bloomed,
I've come too far and it's too late,
To runaway before this Efflor...
Your heart's too big for your chest to hold, That you got love all over your body, Running in you veins, Shining in your eyes, It flows out of your mouth everytime you speak .
Girl you are a wonder made of love.
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