Aug 2020
My lovely dear,
All throughout the years
we’ve been in joy and pain.
The need of sun and speck of rain,
to cultivate the soil for rose be born,
with petal of bliss and pain of thorn.
All throughout the years
we’ve been in joy and pain.
The need of sun and speck of rain,
to cultivate the soil for rose be born,
with petal of bliss and pain of thorn.
To love someone comes with joy and pain. They are part and parcel.
