Every day with you was a beautiful flower,
Unique and attractive, pleasing to eyes,
And just look at the garden beds makes me remember:
How often have I caught your shining sight.
I enjoyed all our moments, even the outlyed,
Even when you were stubborn and hopeless,
Because you've become to me more than important,
Because garden gives me air, to be alive.
My garden of moments blooms all the time
Under the glass dome, somewhere inside,
So that I could dream and be sad about you
Without ever confession that my garden is true.
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