Lily Of The Valley
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Blooms are hardier than we've come to think.
You, darling, are a royal flower.
You may not be a rose, cashmere pink,
a sweet William or a blue cornflower
but that doesn't make you - less or weak.
A bouquet of lace and delicacy:
Lily of the Valley: somewhat mystique,
You are beautiful—affectionately,
White, orange blossoms—or the Persian rose,
They cannot hold a candle to you, my darling.
'Ah, forest glade's no other I'd betroth.
Or weave a magic carpet of heartstrings.'
Our coupling is like ivy on the bough.
To that love, I make my vow here and now.
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