A brief glance into the past reveals my heart
A kiss from lips cold and bitter
A blossom that had no time to bloom in art
A man's cut has cause to wither
No mourning for me my friend
No looks of conscern for the poor bird
No tears can cause the poor one to mend
No neither can a sweet gesture or kind word
I am lost for know but will I be lost forever
I don't know the outcome of the rose or bird
I just know that my heart is not clever
I only know that mending will not come from a sweet word
Believe in my character
Believe that if you lay a root in water it will grow
Believe that I can heal---faster
Believe all this and you will surely 'reap what you sow'
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Queen Jocelyn
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