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Love is LOVE IS. You are not what love is all about For you are love in all its sensitivity As a rose is not a flower But a sensitivity of nature, a beautiful And a small part of the whole universe All of nature is a memory-scent and infused Within a depth of colourful emotion I would love you as I love a flower A sensitive vision, to be held and scented One does not look at a garden To see its rarity and lost in a soak of vision One has to stand still at its very center And close the eyes to gain its sense of beauty As with love, is to stand alone in the night And close the eyes and infuse the aroma The whole glamorous garden of love To bring the sensitivity of flowering love To such brilliance that it floods the mind And overspills in a flood of self-pity So deep that it drowns the personality Love is not you It is all of nature’s growth, the nourishment Of a sweet dream and the losing of the self Love is a perfect amour, a protective spirit And I shelter myself within that love For you are my precious comfort And if I sleep in this luxury Then night is my darling garden’s bed And it is your natural behaviour, your love Which pulls the blankets up |
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How special to be loved as you would a flower 
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Very lovely Ron, no better way to connect with nature than to sit and dream in a beautiful garden. 
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