There is a flower in my garden
A flower like a rose but more
I have been wanting to harvest it
But unceasingly,
It has always said no
It makes me yearn like a bee
To mount on.
ButI still let it be.
Because a garden is its home
A garden is where it belongs
And not in my flower jar.
With its aroma it annoints
Blooming all season
Never disappoints.
It calls me the watercan man
I care for it as much asi can
There is this flower in my garden
Like a rose but more
I live for it.
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