When I see the new flower
Blooming in the meadow,
It reminds me of my love,
Who is as fair as the spring.
Her beauty is like the blossom,
Radiant and pure,
And her presence fills my heart
With joy and longing.
But like the flower,
Her beauty fades with time,
And I am left with memories
Of the love we once shared.
Yet even as the petals fall,
And the flower withers away,
My love for her remains
Everlasting and true.
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