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The bouquet that I hold full of your favorite flowers,
The strange-like quality of colors is unique like your personality
Bright as your smile, enticing, and mesmerizing.
Your love was like the weather, everchanging, predictable, Yet unpredictable
Fierce like a wave crashing on the shore,
But gentle but with a touch of melancholy, and an underlying tone of Anguish
When we say farewell I weep, the tears are used to water the spring Flowers
Sadly they will not survive long enough during winter.
Slowly withering away dying ,but I know death is beginning of another story
I waited in the afterlife to just to catch a glimpse, small chance to see your face
My love for you was my Achilles heel, my fatal flaw
The tulip's I planted will forever live a short but colorful life.
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