and flowers on your cheeks,
flowers in your smiles
And flowers in your speech.
I reached out to touch them,
to smell their fragrance sweet;
I reached out to hold them
and take them for my own.
My heart was wildly beating,
my clumsy hand was shaking.
It bruised those tender flowers.
I crushed them with my love.
There are tears in your eyes,
there are tears on your cheeks.
There are tears in my heart.
There are tears when we speak.
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