The Vine To My Garden
There's a new vine
That's growing in my garden
It's thorns run deep
But I await no pardon
For it's a vine I want to keep
This vine was watered at first sight
And Grew taller than any other in my life
A vine that's so beautiful, and worth the fight
Its growing on me
It has Seized my veins
It Won't let me be
I'm Linked by these chains
My garden has been dyeing
But now has a new start
As these roots grow into the ground
To the beat of my heart
It's different than any other
And has these little traits
That can only be scene by it's lover
And you can't help to embrace
It's beauty and strength
It's traits and length
For this vine is so long
That this love could last forever
Long enough for mistakes
That can be fixed with little remakes
So I love to help you grow
Through sunshine and rain
And I hope in the end you'll know
I'll water you forever
And never let you go
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