I am a perennial flower
That came up in your garden.
Around me they grew
Weeds, thistles and thorns,
However, none tries in my road
To divert me or made me give up
From taking care of your petals,
To protect your dew,
To defend your greens.
No flower reached
The iridescence
From your petals
Nor to oppose your candor.
Now that you are
The support of my petioles
The perfume of my dermis,
The thinking between my temples.
Today I am yours
From my apex to my basal.
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