Grasping by hand that rose of beauty which we are
Its delicate colors warm us with each fragile touch
Avoiding prickly thorns, else we bleed, render a scar
Gaze at petals of radiant clarity, fingers wrap in such
Its fragrance fills us when darkness hides color afar
Carefully held onto, a loving memory beyond much
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wow. that's beautiful!
Thanks! :)
Maybe you can give that poem to the anonymous one ,she's prolly more deserving of it ,I wish from my heart you find someone who is better for you with the way of your thinking ,and the way you exspect a woman to be ,Sorry I couldn't fill those shoe's Amazing since I have such good taste in shoe's oh well this will be all I say and the last time I look here ,Be happy now it's all your way,
The poem was written for you as you know.
As far as expectations go I do expect consideration of my feelings and not in an unreasonable manner. But I won't allow myself to be made a fool of or be trounced upon. Actually I have already done that. I am wrong on that account.
It's all my way? That's a laugh. I respect boundaries. Do you? Maybe you will find some shoes that will help with that.
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