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My love for you is like a rose,

That blooms in beauty and repose.

But when you're gone, it fades away,

And all that's left is disarray.

My heart is like a bird in flight,

That soars on high with all its might.

But when you're gone, it falls from grace,

And longs to find its resting place.

My soul is like a flame in the dark,

That burns with passion and leaves its mark.

But when you're gone, it flickers and dies,

And all that's left are broken ties.

My love for you is like a river,

That flows with grace and quiet fervor.

But when you're gone, it dries up fast,

And all that's left is a desert vast.