There is no field as fertile as your love
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There is no field as fertile as your love.
How can I hold back my grateful tears?
All your gifts my heart takes notice of,
Now that my departure from you nears.
Knowthat I remember the caresses
You absently bestowed upon my hair,
Or in the dark a thousand ,thousand kisses
Upon my eheek to tell me you were there.
Most of what youve done for me,like flowers
Of a season, sprouted, bloomed , and died.
The memories of all those faithful hours,
However,helped shape who I am inside.
Eventually,everything we do.
Returns to us,as now my love to you.