Entangled love, a fertile field I till, Three blossoms bloom, where loyalty grew still. A childhood vow, the first seed I did spill.
The growing vines, a passion wild and shrill, With promises like flowers, sweet yet chill. Entangled love, a fertile field I till.
Tempted by fire, a vow I failed to fulfill, My heart awoken by a love unskilld. Three blossoms bloom, where loyalty grew still.
Can fractured trust, with forgiveness instill, Rebuild the garden, where vows lay killed? Entangled love, a fertile field I till.
We mend the fences, where affection spilled, With whispered hopes, a future yet unfilled. Three blossoms bloom, where loyalty grew still.
One love, one heart, the promise to fulfill, A fertile field, where loyalty can till. Entangled love, a fertile field I till.
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