There upon a mountainous valley, sat a lily
It’s gleaming petals drooped in sorrow
So shiny, so pretty
it caught the eye of a crow
now, as you know, crows love all things shiny, all things that glow
and this little crow, let its curiosity show
As it flew toward the lily, past mountains so hilly
to land beside the flower that glows
inspecting the object, with eyes red as embers, the crow smiles as it finally re
“I know you…” whispers the crow, his voice hoarse and slow
“Do you?” Whispers the lily, in a voice, as gentle as she.
“I do!” Exclaims the crow, “and you know me too!”
“I do, my dear.” spoke the lily, her tone as soft as the newly laid snow in the valleys around them, in rows
smiling gently the crow takes a seat beside, his lily, his life, finally complete
And now the lily raises, her glowing white petals, smiling gently as her gaze settles, on the person she loves so
“I told you, my dear.” She whispers slowly, waiting for the crow to finish
“In this and every lifetime, we can be sure of one thing, our love, will never diminish.”
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