I cannot erase you from my mind,
I'm talking to him while I'm thinking about our memories we made in my enormous house,
I never admit that I love you,
I only realize that I love you—
When you're gone.Maybe she's right,
"Comparison are easily done once you've had the taste of perfection."
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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.