I live just as a flower on the branch
And fear more blooms will wrongly have success
For thorns will almost surely take my chance
The love here spilt has burned into my flesh
Distraught nights leave me in a gentle haze
My eyes glisten and I must feel the pain
And as days pass I pray to catch your gaze
I hope in time you'll see my love's deep stain
My time's too long and yours too short to wait
My bud shall die, my leaves fall down to waste
And gardeners will shove me out the gate
My poor heart tumbles down the side with haste
This day, today my heart will lie to rest
My love protect you always as a crest
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