Little flower with Loving heart*
For it is a little flower all alone in the field
Patiently awaits for the heart to steal
Awaiting a long time, as it bent in the wind
Moving to and fro, time and time again
But it always knew of its Love came from heart
The day it was planted, as this was its start
Dom*Colucci 2011
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