Garden of Love

Crimson and pure white flowers in the garden of love
There, where a boy meets a girl in a pretty dress
She likes him for his deep toned voice
He likes her for her simpleness
Soft whispered secrets
Of love and affairs
Love started from a little seed
Sprouted up to a hundred year old tree
Strolling through eternity
Like the love sick children they always were





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