As I went for a walk,
I saw this heart hanging from yOur site,
Slowly, you smiled and captured
my humble but courageous heart;
I stopped, I asked,
wondering why you are dressed with many.
Holding on, bloom in bud,
yet I knew your heart holds
happiness and pain!
I continued at my walk,
never tired to look at you,
Eventhough you bloom so, so slow...
What's this inside you,
tiny flowers you hold to protect?
Aha!
I once happened to stop looking at you,
And when I came back and saw you,
your heart grows small, I don't know;
But you left marks,
oh so green, what seem are they?
Fruit of your love,
I have seen even at the very start,
I did hope for you to ripen,
to taste and to have;
But you disappeared suddenly,
withered so fast,
Maybe,
heat strikes your heart severely,
your colors fade away!
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