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Within my heart a garden grows, wild with violets and fragrant rose. bright daffodils line the narrow path, my footsteps silent as I pass. sweet tulips nod their heads in rest; I kneel in prayer to seek gods best. for round my garden a fence stands firm to guard my heart so I can learn who should enter, and who should wait on the other side of my locked gate. I clasp the key around my neck and wonder if the time is yet. if I unlocked the gate today, would you come in? or run away?