I have always thought
That love grows
from the garden of friendship
In my heart the soil is fertile
And -whether you like it or not -
You've spread your seeds
And smoothed the dirt
In my heart the seeds
Have broken and pushed out
Into the light
But I have tossed my seeds
at your heart
And without my watch
I fear the birds have stripped
The ground of my prospect
Though my fields are verdant
And you may luxuriate upon them
I only want to run in your pasture
But it is still just barren dirt for me.
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