| Love Grows Wild |
| Love grows wild beneath my feet; fragrant flowers spring from seeds planted deep. Untended it overruns and overwhelms itself and me with it. Tangled vines shackle me where I stand, strangling blooms leaving crushed petals and tightly wound stems. Still love grows wild, tempting me with it's colorful array. RLT ©2001 |
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