You don't know how many times I wanted to say I love you too,
And attempted to break him up,
I want to shout your name on top of the mountain,
I want to tell them you are mine,
But it's not right to do that.
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Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]
PoetryRoses are the flowers of Love; You are a rose That blooms on sunrise, And fell in sunset. Roses are the poems of love; You are the words I wrote, The rythmns of letters, For I am yours, And you are mine.
It's not right
You don't know how many times I wanted to say I love you too,
And attempted to break him up,
I want to shout your name on top of the mountain,
I want to tell them you are mine,
But it's not right to do that.