The love you notice is just the small plant you see
Not aware of the root that's growing inside me
You just see the external love
Not aware of the love deep inside me
Your smile is the sunlight
Which keeps growing the roots in me
Your presence is the water
Which keeps My love fresh every day
Your scars are the dew
Which looks like a pearls on me
You are important to me
Just as the first rain to a little seedling.

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