The only thorns around the stem
Where the ones with the signature of my heart on them
Where the love was carried by petals and petals
Of flowers that were engaged to the moon
And then the heart left and said I love you too
Rosyred.
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Two hearts become crystal, Two hearts become love, Two hearts become a dream
FantasyThe fire became the one last anecdote that could be the key to her beating heart It was all that she had to ever be the one Who wanted to always be with me And all that matters when her first love Started coming on her footsteps.
