What need for love

And so the heart it reaches so

for the tender that resides

a deeper than the sea may reach

or the ever searching skies,

to where there is unknown

so too the blooming tree

where souls are sewn as one

on an endless tapestry,

stars may fall as weeping

and rains to dance the seal

still hearts remain in beating

as an onion gently pealed.

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