Love
Love is a mystery,
no it's true,
you'll never figure her out,
you won't have a clue,
secretly she breaks into your heart,
planting secret gardens of flowers and bark,
gentle, little, streams of hope,
and bubbling, singing brooks,
winged realms of wonderful wonder,
but never in the darkness ponder,
loves design or loves great plan,
trust me she has it all in hand,
she never waivers, is always true,
always seek her gardens in you.
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