I wanted to tell you this face to face
To say the things you deserve to hear
I wanted the perfect time, the perfect place
So that the meaning of my words are crystal clear.
Forgotten feelings and forgotten meanings
Are like the perfect flower alone in a field, left to die
To hope that fate would be intervening
Like a rain cloud appearing through a once-sunny sky.
The darkness passes
The sky is again blue and white.
As love from the sun showers over the grasses
And the lone flower is again flooded with light.
Words and flowers are two in the same
Strong and still beautiful through the rain.
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