** Love's Flower Torn **
** Love's Flower Torn **
What wills conflict
That do not also cry
From painful thorns inflict
In sensitive heart's flesh, asunder
By their own hand, with senseless words
Love's flower, ripped from roots in anger
While they watch, in wonder
That tender bud wither and die.
What wills conflict
That do not also cry
From painful thorns inflict
In sensitive heart's flesh, asunder
By their own hand, with senseless words
Love's flower, ripped from roots in anger
While they watch, in wonder
That tender bud wither and die.
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