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Our love was like a group of blue bells innocent, new and pure poking from the broken bark of the past inspiring all around with unparalleled beauty Our friends helped to spread the love just like bees would distribute the pollen felt like nothing could ever hurt us as the winds of change could only bend our stems Like the best flowers our love was picked too soon the flowers withered away and died the roots were left to rot away forgotten by those involved I will never forget the beauty of our relationship nor the lessons that I have learnt I fully appreciate the experiences we shared as the flowers of love start to bloom again