I Give (55)

A poem for the brave
Known to the faint-hearted
Trying to save
The thing we started.

A fault in our love
A crack in our hearts
A lifetime gone by
In centuries past.

A flowering rose
A budding love in thy mind
The wild, it knows
Where this love is to find.

To bud and to flower
To love and to live
To know every hour
This love that I give.

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