To my Rose,
while being surrounded by flowers your
sweet scent still entices me to pick
you.
No being on this Earth can even
compare to your beauty,
with the graceful balance of an angel
being agile but yet elegant,
hair that glistens like the wild
darkness which no one can seem to
tame,
but as beautiful as your shining black
locks your eyes captivate me,
when gazing into them time itself
seems to melt away leaving but only
you,
be in trouble or pain expect me by
your side offering comfort,
You are the Rose.
You are my Rose.
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