my love


My love grows stronger with each passing day, it blooms like a backyard rose in May, my heart like the rose through the gentle rain, is watered and nourished, though the skies are grey,

The Lord He protects my feeble mind, with hope as I wait once again to find, a place in your heart for my love to bloom, a brand new start, if you still have room


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