I am just a bush with a flower
Severed at the stem
I reminisce
what beauty
what power
what a gem
You are everything I am
You are the soft petals to my thorny wood
You are the essence that smells so good
You lift my spirit and color my soul
Together with you this world is whole
Missing you and the comforts you bring
I am just a bush
Yearning for the coming spring
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