Tear drops on
my rose flower
are changing colour
while dropping
on the table
and flowing into
my silver cup,
touching my lips,
transformed it into
something uniquely
unimaginable to
quicken the heart
and cause it
to beat faster.
I can hear
the subtle messages
of your heartbeat .
How can you
attract the bees
on your flowers
and then ****
them for *******
the nectar from
different flavors.
To love the
wrong person
is dreadfully depressing,
for you will
dine with the ants,
it is a terrible
curse or a spell,
that may not
be broken.
It is the
closest you can
be to an
earthquake.
I conjure now,
you will never
be jinxed.
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