You are my blue rose.
I know it doesn't make sense.
Not all the time anyways,
But it's the truth.
It's hard to explain,
Yet I'm trying now.
A rose is beautiful.
It's used as a symbol,
For love mainly.
Such a strong emotion.
There's one point.
I feel so strongly for you.
Whatever you call it,
It's strong.
I said a rose is beautiful.
I mean it,
But there's a dark side.
As beautiful as it is,
It does have thorns.
These thorns that scratch,
Pricking your finger,
But only if you're not careful.
A blue rose.
Why blue?
It's such a rare colour,
And mesmerizing.
The petals start off dark.
They're almost black,
But as it blooms,
They turn lighter.
When light shines on them,
They hold so many shades.
What does it mean?
You may understand,
You might not.
If you don't,
Be calm and don't worry.
I'll explain it all.
From stem to petal,
I'll share my thoughts.
I called a rose beautiful.
I said it's a symbol,
And that it has such meaning.
It has a dark side, with thorns,
And comes in different colours.
Just like you.
You are a blue rosé.
You started somewhere darker,
Even if just mentally.
You started so dark,
Like the petals.
Eventually you built barriers,
And walls to protect yourself.
The thorns that scratch,
I almost hit them myself.
You didn't stay so dark though.
Slowly you became happier.
You found your own way,
But it's tainted dark.
The petals are blue.
So much happened,
And that's what you became.
I don't know the whole story.
I only know what I'm told,
And I try to understand.
It doesn't always work.
I move carefully,
Trying to avoid thorns.
Sometimes I barely avoid them,
Others it stings,
But I will see your true colours.
I'm here trying,
Holding what I hope is light.
It shines on you,
And I'm mesmerized.
I am seeing more than blue.
It has lights,
And there's darks.
Maybe even a violet,
Near the center of each petal.
You are a blue rose.
A symbol often seen as love.
It may seem odd,
But this is my thoughts of you.
It's put into poetry,
The best way to explain.
Now here's the thing.
I see your colours showing now,
And I'm mesmerized.
Now I can only hope for this,
This feeling being exchanged.
I know this was long,
But I have you with me.
So yes it's long,
But what else for you?
A blue rosé.
My blue rosé.
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I know what you're thinking. "Luna! Stahp! You're such a mush!" but hey! This ones not for me. See, sometimes I think of the things I know, and I realize. He's strong, but, he's not made of steel. I guess I just want him to know that I mean what I say...
