What can bloom in its season like the flower of love?
Its pretty hues like the rainbow after dawn,
Its mesmerising scent like nature's perfume,
Growing in the valley, at the side of the hill or in my heart.
When I'm depressed come sing me another love song,
Play love's melodic notes near my ear so I can hear
The rippling magic of your love song,
Love's rhapsody igniting a fresh cadence in my steps.
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