I was afraid that night,
but not anymore.
'Cause as the days go by my heart seems to restore.
I take a flower off where it felt sore
and give it to you.
I should be afraid
but I don't want to.
A violet bouquet
blooms in your hands now.
Soon enough you'll have a garden to wonder at how
the Spring did grow back
over our dead vows.
It was a long Winter before
I heated my heart bold.
I was feeling cold,
but not anymore.
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