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  • but I will always remember our love through a hand in hand four year walk
    How Gardenias made me understand what perfume was
    how she helped me learn how to listen to her open warm heart
    Reminds me now what it means, when I hear "Paths in the woods" can
    lead to a deep sigh inside that is sounding again, like, Never.

    Her Gardenia's love, walked freely in the mornings with me
    In the mountains of night above the lights of Bogota
    on the shores near Santa Marta north of Barrenquilla
    Through part of high school and most of college.
    I can't even look at that flower without wanting to take it all back, though I live without regret.
    So I grow them, as a single plant to remind me
    What love is really worth and how much , sometimes it costs..

    My mother loved her best, and for an older guy, who has plenty of experience,
    time and I, paint her in open sunsets, clear laughter, and stars that still burn a young lovers heart .
    I loved her, still do
    United again alone yearly by the scent memory of Gardenia

    Thankyou Megan,
    What a Lovely Drawing!!!!!
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