[FONT="]Your love is a flower
That grows without
The aid of the seasons.
Precious dreams
Precious memories
Thoughts of eternity
Thoughts of everlasting.
This is the hour that
We reach the holiest
Of Your creation,
Reap the joys of Spring
Without having planted
A seed and yet
Our memories come
Each moment as a gift
From the harvest of
Your divine.
As we sit and trace
The outlines of yesterday
Know with You there will
Always be a tomorrow
As a tear falls within
A beauty so reverent.
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That grows without
The aid of the seasons.
Precious dreams
Precious memories
Thoughts of eternity
Thoughts of everlasting.
This is the hour that
We reach the holiest
Of Your creation,
Reap the joys of Spring
Without having planted
A seed and yet
Our memories come
Each moment as a gift
From the harvest of
Your divine.
As we sit and trace
The outlines of yesterday
Know with You there will
Always be a tomorrow
As a tear falls within
A beauty so reverent.
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