My flower bed

For love is vast like a well kept flower garden.

Her lips had been the color of a fresh primrose in the dew of an early morn

Her smell of avender was overwhelmingly intoxicating.

Her body, was the shape of a morning glory sillhouted in the Sun.

Her eyes were the vision of forget-me- nots

Which I could never

I loved her as much as my flower beds

So that's where I buried her

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