My own sweet crimson rose,
Your beauty captivated me from "hello."
You've formed my heart to the shape of your palm,
Squeezing gently to show your presence.

Without hesitation
you removed the knvies from the heart shaped target on my back
Kissing my eyes and completing me again.
Your caress has made me what I am.

My own sweet crimson rose
bursting on the scene.
Glimmer faintly, show a sign.
Your light is just enough to get me by.

I'll lay with your soul
and whisper quietly
every answer to the burning questions
You never dared to ask.

My own sweet crimson rose
You alone are my nirvana.
Drag my limbs to the farthest place from pain
and do the beautiful things you do.

The eyes I see in you
are a reflection without a blur
of me, in every place I want to be.
Would you join me if I was to leave.
The answer is inevitable, I'll see you there.

My own sweet crimson rose
does your season ever change?
I'm hoping not because this has become by far
My favorite ever.

It amazes me to see
that you haven't once been uncertain of what you know.
Every letter to you, I write,
knowing it doesn't get me anywhere to be uncertain of what I know;
you.

I trace your name with your favorite color my sweet crimson rose
for this is what my love has told me to do.
I'll love your feelings 'till I can feel no more.
You'll be my sweet crimson rose until the bright and dismal days are
parallel,
and we are one.

 
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