Two meet.
Friendship follows, fleet.
Love blossoms in its’ time.
Flourishes in newness’ clime.
Matures and ripens, grows.
They learn what every flower knows.
With time comes change.
It’s natural, not strange.
The day is filled with light.
The sun sets every night…
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