Though it has seen moments of joy, it weeps uncontrollably
Though it has always exuded love , it longs for someone to caress it gently
It was and has always been as innocent as an infant ,
as sweet as a baby, as gay as a child
Still it has borne the lashings of pain, writhed in hatred, tormented in love
In it lies truths untold, in it lie many stories waiting to unfold..
Ooo dear!! Why has it gone so crazy that it can't even feel the charming daisy
All it wants is a little love, pure and sweet like a dove.
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