Our adore is there to give from or take
Of a two equal ways to everyone
In feelings of worth until they are gone
To bring up passions or further awake
For love is like the flowers - in its heart ache
That you have given or you have withdrawn
Complexities like crossing the Rubicon
In every its victory or mistake
So give its affection like candlelight
That flickers to and fro with each assign
Their flowers shall rise in its worthy right
In its plentiful of earth and the sunshine
The growth within your heart is there to choose
Some at hand to win and others to loose
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