If had you my heart planted in your garden,
Should I sprout forth my flowers in triumph,
proving my love not the weeds they named me.
If coiled you your branches in my damp bed,
How I would water them in absolute affection,
insuring my passion not the illness they prescribed me.
If shone you your sun smiling on my drained stalks,
I would not wither and recoil these leaves loveless,
hoping my reflection not the stormclouds they thundered me.
If held you my rosebuds ardently in your eyes,
I would not blacken your days darkened in ire,
affirming my benevolence not the harshness they painted me.
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