The Rose
Painting perfect pictures of you in my head every time I close my eyes
My beautiful white rose
How your elegance grace my presents feeling so compelled to pull you into my arms
when the wind blows cross my face I hear nothing but sweet songs
Of your angelic name
How can I be so apace to embrace everything about her
For me to love her, to cherish her, to hold her, I want her, I must have her
My serenity....
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