I once saw, a passion tree, words entwined by a tendrilled esprit


Each phrase, every word, hung as versed; passionately, my eyes coerced

A dangling prose, so well dispersed; on tangled branches, they traversed


Every phrase, each message, every styling’s lore; reaching for, a branch to store

Like a blossoms burst, the petals pour; fusing fragrances, to each amore


From morphing fruit and buds they grew, a message spread, oh so true

And just like vines, they clung anew, styling words, of “I LOVE YOU”


Wedged in my heart, they stuck to me; pure versed love, from a passion tree

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