Love uncovers us like budding flowers,
Each day a glorious moment when in blossom;
It makes our hearts glad like old wine,
'Round the year a festive season, drunk in love;
To crave and long for the unseen and unknown,
Those are lullabies for the sleeping guardian angel.
Unguarded yet live in a palace of invincible;
However true, spring always come to an end__
With much jealousy in our hearts.
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