It’s hard to know which little bloom
Will yield a pollen sweet,
And so it is with each new friend
That we may chance to meet.
Some are bright and light up a room,
While others cheer your day,
But those that have the sweetest blooms
You never throw away.
Their scent spills through the darkest hearts
And lightens every gloom,
For with them they will always bring
A love that fills the room.
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