Last updated on September 18, 2022
If I am a plant, then she is my watering-can
Sure, rain and storms grow me too
But her love, our love, which the waters are brimming with
Full of minerals and nutrients previously undiscovered,
previously unheard of
When I wilt, as all plants do sometimes,
She is there to water me right to my roots.
But I am no ordinary plant:
Special powers I have
That I too can be a watering-can
when my darling is parched and withered.
When watering-cans and plants come together
They can grow and develop in unison
In the garden of our hearts forever.
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