All senses speak to me
In the deafening silence
Not loved like
You ought to be
Left too long without
Tend and treating
Hidden among spotted leaf
My intention to drip
Feed love daily
Repaid by observing bloom
Only known pain
If I cannot hold
Breathe in perfume
Before you hide again
Daily dose until renewed

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