Leaves Of Love - Poem by Stephen Paul
With such love and care,
The shrub of my love grown...
As the seeds were pure,
And into the deep of the heart they were sown...
With the sweet musical rhythm,
It started to grow...
Within no time it reached my head,
From the tip of my tow...
Slowly an attraction,
To the strangers it started to become...
Slowly like an autumn they approached,
Made the shrub of my love grow numb...
My life laid beneath the roots,
Flew away taking it like a dove...
Falling were the tears of purity,
Falling were those leaves of love...
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