Passions grow up like flowers,
First the seed to soil will fall;
Then it's nursed with rain showers,
To grow big and tall.
Nourish yours, with peace and care,
And your love will to it lean;
Feelings, that your life shall share,
Seedlings ever green.
Forgive, if I saddened you,
Did not mean any harm with that;
All my feelings out just grew,
Roots of love we had.
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