A race to save the feeling
Of pure initial bliss
A token to light a fire within
That started with our kiss
Petals open wide
Brightening up the gloom
A kaleidoscope of colours
Beauty in full bloom
But those dark familiar feelings
They creep into my head
Poisoned winds of yesterday
Blowing til buds are dead
For love is like a flower
It only grows with trust
Without pure honesty
It withers into dust
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