Among the ruins of my past has sprouted a love, young and tender.
Nurtured and given the proper care, it can grow strong and tall,
able to weather even the worst crisis.
Neglected, abused and rejected, it will begin to slowly wither,
falling at the first sign of trouble.
Let us join hands and hearts to protect this garden of love.
© 1983 TDD
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