I live to know thy heart is mine
The flower, rare, swells with the night
so I will too remain hid from sight.
Cover me O love of mine!
protect me from the thorny vine
Release me naught for when ‘tis safe
I bloom forever with your wake.
A soundless death, a noiseless life
cut too soon by sharpened knife
No remedy I hold, my stems are clean
yet as the ground my leaves do lean
To live behind, to leave alone
my heart does follow where you roam.
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