I escape from reality, deep into my thoughts, I see a light in the distance, a face of an angel in the dark, A beauty I never thought existed, in fantasy the sweet angel is mine, in my dreams she's one of a kind, I whisper to this angel a promise I promise to keep, I whisper to the angel her happiness is safe with me. Only in my dreams the angel is mine, in reality I see the angel all the time... dear angel, beauty of mine, in my dreams... reality is not far behind
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My Rose
Dear Rose 🌹, You are god's creation in every way. The color of passion and ddesire.A long green stem with thorns hold the petals up. As I reach I grab, hold and feel pain so pure. Such beauty has caught my words. Words that I now slur. Let my looks let you blossom as our smiles meet. Let my actions speak so your stem may reach its peak. And let my words cut down the thorns that pain grew. And as my hand grasps you may you blossom even more. Not by beauty but by your heart. The love that will be made will bring us closer and never fall apart. Roses lose their petals when they die. You only lose your petals if I allow pain to reside. The love shared will never die.
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