A faint brush of fingers
Soft and fleeting
And a rush of emotions
Cascading with valiant force
Over two who have only just met
Those flowers grow wild here
In bushels aplenty
By this old barn
Abandoned for ages
And for ages has gathered rust
And for ages has gathered dust
Why by this barn do they grow?
How do they thrive in these over-grown weeds?
Can you hear what they whisper?
"...forget me not...forget me not..."
(Oh curious, new-met stranger, take hold my hand
Gaze into mine eyes and never let go.
Can you hear what my heart is saying?
"Forget me not...forget me not...")
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