I knew you would come
I knew I was once told
I asked many a times
When I would flower
What would happen
Smell my fragrance
Look at my colors
All for you
It was raining last night
Come feel my freshness
As if I was never born
I open all my lips for you
Consume me of my existence
Oh existence
Your eyes cannot help me
Your words cannot touch me
Love me and take me
I now know why
Was I called
The flower of love
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