by: Francis
Just like a beautiful flower she blooms like one. Just like a beautiful flower she is adored by many. Just like a beautiful flower she makes me smile. It only just takes a glimpse of her face to make me smile. An episode of her beauty. A peek of her grandiose. In that view, she fills my heart with love and desire.
I love her until the deepest regions of my heart. I would lasso the moon for her. Offer the whole world for her exemplary being. But like every other flowers, she has thorns. Thorns that protects her and keep her from harm. Away from danger and threat from everyone. All except me.
For the name of love, I have mastered the way of handling her with care. To stay away from her thorns. To keep her from harm. To shield myself from the pain and to keep on going for the name of love. She is the reason for my smiles. My girlfriend, my flower with thorns.
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