Love
Like an ever blooming rose,
You dance in grace,
Slowly removing the darkness,
Of my soul.
Sometimes I wish,
You were always mine,
That I could hold,
You forever,
But we both know,
That is just,
A childish dream.
A dream where,
We could be,
But you are you,
And I am me.
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