“I had to keep loving you, and I had to keep you in my remembrance and I had to try, for If I did not water the flower of my heart, the fragrance of love would not continue to blossom into a love of everything that's pure and good, you are my rose and the water and the soil and the wind that carries that sweet smell home, I saw you as smoke, and I remembered you as fire, I think of you as water and I dream of you as a forest, I miss you with every gaze towards the sky, and I feel you with all the light of the stars, and Im always thinking about that magical day when I knew that your love was the hands to my clay and the cup to my tea.”
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