Love is the smile
that caresses your world
when thoughtful little hands
carry into your life
yellow buds of happiness
from a struggling spring garden
And though your heart
will momentarily miss
the possibilty of the forthcoming beauty,
It will never cherish anything more than
the three half-crumpled daffodils
bathed with sweet laughter and delicate pride
and the endless joy
they bring to your heart
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