Garden is the home for lost butterflies, honey, and so is the moon for the lost lover in you, but my garden is so beautiful 'cause I found you, someone who's in love with my mind, my soul, not my ugly face. So I order a man in you to see a human in me more than a woman in me.
If I was the sun way up there, I'd go with you everywhere. I'll be the moon when the sun goes down to let you know I'm still around. You don't have to wonder am I the sun or the moon... That's how strong my love is, hun, you give me garden full of my favorite dark crimson roses.
So I will be your favorite garden to go when you have a bad day or a good day. I will meet you again. Just give us a try and a time. I'll stay forever, I do it, I change for the better, and make sure I mean what I say.
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BUTTERFLY - LOVE
PoetryIn the beginning, I obey the heavy rain blindly. Now you're the hero of my book, the villain in the chapters, and the pain causing me art. This kind of art I am making is my favorite phase 'cause I feel everything all at once and it's all because of...
