How I wish I could,
Have plucked you from the street.
Like a rose from a bush.
Taken you to a silent room.
Spluttered under the late, late moon.
My sad, sad love for you!
But your rosebud was firmly,
Planted inside the bush.
All I was
Left to,
Really,
Was a solitary wish!
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