Eglantine
Forsake me not, for I should pine
and waste, like tendrils on the vine
that shrivel when the rains abscond
and nullify our common bond.
For eglantine shall flourish not
when kept in shade, stilled in the pod,
as would our love without the spark
of nature, and the love of God.
So stay forever, do not fear
that I would ramble errantly,
for I shall nourish and protect thee
throughout all eternity.
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