As a rose blooms and becomes ripe, your faces turns a light crimson color. Its not times like this where I fall, the rich blue or your virtue's valor. Amazing you are as our hands are one, how my heart skips a beat. A melody interrupted by a first kiss love. You are not what you seem, the perfectest perfect in my world. Help me from my tunnel of sorrow, from my well of doubt and my sulking corner. Don't ever question this my rose, blossom and be something more than just a rose, be beautiful. <3
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