It dies so easily
It blossoms
The beauty fills you
The fragrance intoxicates
You feel you did not exist before it
You feel you cannot exist without it
It completes you so well
That you forget
How delicate it is
That at the first harshness
Of the bright sharp sun
Known as reality
Love dies
So easily.
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