Love Plants
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O my heart, where thou keepeth
The love plants? : A beating garden
That sprouts throu’ mouth and hand
Throu’ the pearly lovely eyes
And the feeling, at my surprise
I hope, they are mutant, the love plants
Ever changing the form as per requirement
When there is no change
Plant grows at some range
And became matured and fixed
I have felt through my sense
Beyond any restriction or fence
Wife and husband at some time far
Seems me, a brother and sister at par
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