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Love’s vapor falls on my heart

like dew at spring’s first bloom.



You’ve known me from the start

since before I was in the womb.



You watched me when I matured

in this love that forever renews.



And because I kept my heart pure,

oh how this delicate flower grew!



I soaked in your warming essence,

drinking in the nectar of passion.



Basking in the glow of your presence,

I developed in awe-worthy fashion.



When autumn came and leaves fell,

my devotion to you remained in place.



I was steady while the wind swelled,

fixed to the branch of constant grace.  



The world’s woods were left bare;

their seasonal happiness had faded.



No forged foliage for them to wear;

in their nakedness, they became jaded.



If only they had accepted the seed

you sow in all of our empty souls.



They wouldn’t have turned to weeds;

they would have been remade whole.