With you no complaint I can make
No reward I am destined to take
A person we have not yet met
If separated, will cause what heartache
We were hardly wishful to keep living
Though dying we dare not under-take
Something to make our life worth while
No prospect of any chance at stake
Flower’s scent has been accounted for
Its own time, though, bud will take
Heart is taken aback by a single hurt
It is no blister that a prick it cannot take ♥♥♥..!!!
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