if love were the rose,
then i'll be the leaf,
we'd grow together
in a sad or smiling weather,
with birds singing kisses
that get sweet rain at noon.
through damp and dry,
through fiery and inky sky,
wasteland or river flow,
green pleasure or gray grief,
if love were the rose,
then i'll be the leaf.
YOU ARE READING
romantic homicide
Poetryshe could rip my heart and hang it on her wall if it meant art for her..
