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So delicate and so young,
Yet, very mighty and tall;
The words for my song;
The breaks to my fall;
Just grow freely on me
Like the soils of Canada and Peru;
I yearn for your comfort only,
I have the utmost love for you.

Your beauty can be easily discerned
As well as the lovely scent you spread;
You have become my main concern
With our love to be further led.

My little flower,
So ripe and so cute,
I love you more each hour,
You were the goal to my pursuit;
Old soil, water, and sunlight
Will not compare to my passion;
If you take my love without fright;
Be mine is all I am asking.

There is nothing more
I must have to know to inquire;
My sweet one whom I so adore;
This proposal is more than a desire;
It is sentiment in my heart,
Displaying a path to your significance;
If we shall ever part,
It shall curse such a magnificance.

My little flower,
When can we meet again?
To arrange a love of great power,
I shall be the man on whom you depend;
The call of your need
Is something I shall rush to aid
Because I believe in us to succeed;
Although I too am afraid.

There are fears we must faced;
Fears that haunt the psyche for a while,
And there are moments we must embrace;
Moments that last in your very own style.

My dear flower,
The only one,
You give me power,
I shall give you sun.