Roses are red, and
Snow are pure.
Sky is starry and
Flowers are bloom.
I`m mad because I
Can`t quit thinking
About your flourish beauty.
Your loving promises
Are veritable in reality.
Dreams belong to sleep,
Reminisce originates hallucination,
Gale urges rainfall.
My blood and vein
Beloved Angel you are.
Thirst of my
Longing affectionate instill lead
To infinity fantasizes
You`re always my thoughts
My heart desire.
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