I blossom beneath you,
for you are strong and sure
like the earth;
My petals open
to embrace you;
Dark is the night...
rare is my blooming.
Bitter seeds of doubt;
Seclusion is my home;
Bruised bud...unsure,
avoiding light,
guided by fear;
How tender is the
greenery of my heart.
But I spring to color
with your touch,
and I am no longer
fear's victim;
Dark is the night
and rare is my blooming;
I blossom in the light
of your love.
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