Beautiful flower petals fly into the air,
The light pink reminding me that we make a great pair.
We care about each other in our gentle embrace,
Oh so happily in our peaceful grace.
Flower petals scatter across the room,
As our love shines like the beams from the moon.
As the flower slowly wilts, our love will not, as it is well built.
Her beautiful blonde hair, reminding me of how much we care.
The laced purple ribbon,
It's been delicately given.
Enchanting green eyes that scream innocence,
Everyone strives for them as they are the most of importance.
The flower petals are back again,
A never ending cycle, it's worth the gain.
Mikita, I can never stop thinking about her.
I can't believe I even wrote something this fluffy.
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Belarus' Journal
أدب الهواةThis is a journal. It is about well... Me, and I'll just be writing my thoughts down about life and other stuff. Maybe I'll even say what I did today as well.
