From the first sight,
I thought it was nice,
And days and days began.

Despite what I know,
"Nice" started to grow,
Into something significant and beautiful.

I began to have dreams,
I thought it could stitch up these unattached seams,
But I was wrong when things started to fall.

Then came a light,
That lit up the night,
It was so clear for me to follow.

My heart began pounding,
My first thought was drowning,
But I was saved by the last second with a rose.

Things seemed fine,
It was very seldom I'd whine,
Because the scent of the petals went flying.

It's been since October,
Is this really over?
When April knocked me out of the picture.

So this flower, oh so pretty,
Left me here in one big tragedy...
 
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