Wild Flowers

September 13, 2008
Just as the wild flowers grow.
Blossom all over, cover the fields.
Sun showing the true colors.
Shall our love be just the same?
Can it be just as beautiful?

The flower is so strong.
Glowing in the forsaken sun.
Show me your strength.
Stand out with me.

The pain of fallen petals.
Just drying and withering.
Shall we fall and give?
Shall this be our last goodbye?

Be my ever lasting love.
To never wither and die.

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