I shall pick a rose,
Ignoring hesitant thorns,
As a floral symbol of love,
And present it unashamedly,
Even with my ghoulish form,
On my knees,
It is the currency,
I pay to see you smile,
And hear your heart sing,
I could deliver thousands shamelessly,
For you,
But it wouldn’t be nearly enough,
To translate what my heart feels,
For you.
Very beautifully penned.Very lovely 🙏😊
Thank you very much my friend. 🥰
The Oldschool Harlequin
My pleasure.😊
I love you ❤
I love you tooooo! ❤️
The Oldschool Harlequin
Oh this is lovely! I adore how it flows! Thanks for such a beautiful rhyme!
Thank you so much for your kind words. 😊
The Oldschool Harlequin
Oh that’s sweet 😊
I try! ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin
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