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.
WorldofHarley 