I've picked you
for my own.
I brought you to
my lips,
And you took my
breath away.
But then it was as
though I hurt you,
You closed your
precious petals,
And I could no
longer hold you,
For every touch
made you wilt.
My flower,
My beauteous
flower
please...
bloom again,
If not for me,
then for the one
you truly love
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