Let my actions be the herbicide
that clogs all tridax of mistrust
that sprouts from your heart.
Let my words be the plough
that makes furrows
needed to plant the seed of our affection.
Let my presence be the acqua
our passion to yield fruits of love
Let my love be the photosynthesis
to sustain our vow of forever after.
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