When found, my heart was but a wilted plant
That gave its all to make a single flower,
It was grown in waters which were stagnant
And was set to die within the hour,
But since we met you showered me with rains -
Of love, that in a flood carried the old away-
Redefining my essence, your wonder empowers;
Now my flower is a lovely bouquet.
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