Garden in my Heart

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I grow a garden in my heart,
A garden filled with roses.
This garden I grow alone,
For I fear the judgement of others.
I want to know if my roses happen to be
Too tall, or too bushy, but I fear someone simply rip them.

I grow a garden in my heart,
A garden made with care.
This garden I made from scratch,
For I fear asking for any help.
I don’t know if my roses happen to be
Too dry, or too damp, but I fear someone will just destroy them.

I grow a garden in my heart,
A garden from softest soil.
This garden I call unique,
For I fear it being the same.
I wonder if my roses happen to be
Too thorny, or too smooth, but I fear
Someone might be too rough.

I grow a garden in my heart,
A garden that’s grown large.
This garden I tend to daily,
For I fear it dying if I don’t.
I’d ask if my roses happen to be
Too frail, or too burly, but I fear
Someone might take them all.

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