you're the most lovely flower of the garden
so please pardon,
me as I write this to you,
hoping I break through,
your heart guarded by stone,
with the words of this poem,
if I was to live alone,
as a king on his throne,
you would be the one I seek,
like ears when a prophet speaks,
if I was a man that never knew sight,
my eyes would dream of your delight,
and if I was a flower,
I dream of you like a rain shower.
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