When the flowers bloom,
love grew in my heart,
your words were soft,
warm,
and was so sweet,
but as the seasons flew by,
the flowers wilted,
and your words went cold,
I hope not
the same thing
happens to you.
-brit
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Poetry"I will forever hope of a day where I can finally see you with my eyes, And once again, Be able to feel the warmth of your hand intertwined with mine." -Hope
