• piresg24 23w

    Constant Love

    Your heart is the very soil I shall sow my seed of love
    There I know it shall grow
    And its seed shall not be eaten up by birds
    Nor its roots be hindered by the rocky plain
    Or its tender leaves be choked up by thorns
    It shall grow without the turbulent erosion or storm to root it up
    There it shall live constant, nourished by our pristine feelings
    We shall not delay to express
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