Roses & Respect
You bring me Roses after it happens
Everytime. By then.
the bruises Still haven’t faded. They turn
a deep Purple. I haven’t
sEen my parents in a while.
I have a Collection of bumps and bruises and gifts.
They are part of the Trap. Where is the escape?
You bring me Roses at random. Your
sweet gestures Enlighten my spirit.
We Sacrifice for one another,
a harmonious Partnership. I
accEpt you for who you are et
vice-versa. We give our Consent, along with
gifts. I appreciaTe you always.
That’s Real
lovE,
I Say.
Full of Patience and Appreciation, its a
collaborative Effort.
Your Character grows, as does mine.
iT’s because I love you.
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