The Rose. . .

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And I can say in all honesty, I was drunk on the rose that you became.

Your beautiful red perfection, caught my eyes and never let them go.

I slowly became high on the smell of your perfume, that is your heart.

I've never seen something so pure, but with such a deep layer of complexity. . .

I love to watch you bloom each morning, with such vibrant color. 

You make me feel like Icarus, my Rose. 

Against the better warning of those around me, I just flew too close to the sun.

And of course I got burned. But,

It was such a pleasureful feeling, I gazed upon the sun and I didn't realize I was burned

until the sun stopped shining.


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