I found something more precious than gold, A flower that would never grow old. I felt emotion I never felt before, and it opened up my empty heart's door. And it was taken from me, quite unjustly, by the very people that should love my flower more. They broke her stem, ripped he petals from her limb, and by this murdering, destroyed my most precious flower.
Reason for writing:
Another poem for my Esmeralda. I miss you, Esmeralda, more than you could ever know. There are no bruises on my chest, but there are plenty on my heart. Rest assured, God's will will triummph, and we shall meet again. It's interesting the way He brought you into my life just when I needed you most. I can't believe that He would want our friendship to end. It won't end. God won't let it.
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