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A Budding Rose

I want you to hold me, love me, give me attention.

To guide me, engulf me, kiss me with affection.

I crave the touch of your soft lips on mine,

The adrenalin in my veins will be a sign

of our love.

Do you love me as much as I love you?

I love you a lot, that much is true.

Your gorgeous eyes and soft caring smile

can make me swoon for quite a while.

Maybe you're in denial

of your love for me.

When I see you my heart skips a beat.

I get flushed and want to retreat,

but instead I stand there, admiring your grace,

the cute little freckles scattered on your face.

If I run would you chase

me?

Although we are young, our love is pure.

I know you're the one, I'm honestly sure.

Our love blooms like a budding rose

As delicate as the white specks called snow.

It's a miracle how our love is so close

To being so real.

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Written by
ashley-8
Irish
Published
Mar 30, 2013
Lines·Words
23·168
Notes

I wrote this when I was "in love" with my best friend. Turns out, I wasn't of course. It was just one of those phases where you think every little thing is turning into love.

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