Flowers bloomed, seasons went by,
Not a moan, not pain made me cry;
When I was down and in blue,
I always felt there were you.
Deep from my heart I called you,
Opened my eyes to find a way new;
Roses were all I could see as,
You took away the thorns in glee.
The touch of breeze made me strong,
Made me feel you were all along;
The summer shine and the winter dew,
Always said there were you.
(Written in : February, 2003)
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