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Love Grows

Love Grows

Drew Hurley

Who would have thought,
after all these years,
that a city boy and a country girl
could still be so much in love?
Love grows.

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I can’t believe it is true
yet, somehow, I know I must;
because I love you more now
than when we first began.
Love grows.

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With each day our lives unfold anew,
and seeing your growth and care
has sent our love spiraling
up a never ending stair.
Love grows.

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‘Tis a simple saying, but true,
that love is a fragile flower
that blossoms best
when given to another.
Love grows.

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So our life has been.
Your gift of love
has enabled my flower to bloom
and has brought happiness beyond compare.
Love grows.

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My flower has brought to you --
the gift of love --
and a flower of your own.
The circle is complete
and, still, love grows.

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