It was mine when I was a lad
then became that of nature
When days of charm came
I lost it, not yet mine.
Lost in meadows once on a morn
when I was lurking in nature
came across an angel , a diva
and then started my grief
Once my heart was like a blushing rose
red & roving but happy ever all
what did the woman, don't I know.
Lost the petals of my rose.
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