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Apr 26
A garden filled with thorns,
Yet a rose, a special rose that has grown.
It stands above the rest,
Even in this wonderful flower bed.
She is the only rose that has no thorns,
A beautiful stem, clear, easily sown
Only beauty it has shown.

She was picked,
No bleeding, no *****
Carried upon with a gentle hand.
She was brought onto some distant lands,
Upon the paved path, oh what have they seen;
The sun is setting warmth and danger we feel.

The moon, not yet to arrive
Along the bushes we hide.
While seeking for the light,
The atmosphere cared so bright
A great sightseeing for the fireflies.

As we stare upon the vast sky,
They dance with colors as they fly
Smile upon your face will be my warmth of unforgettable
On how this cold night transverse beyond something loveable.

We have slept on the soft touch of the grass,
"Oh! few petals on this lass",
The sun shone brighter
As we get up, the journey wasn't over.

Across the lands,
Beyond this pass
We have encountered some wild packs.

They seem wild and tensed,
A few caress you have lent

They weren't ferocious nor tenacious
They looked so adorable and precious.
A wolf became a friend,
Where your heart began to mend

He followed your tracks,
He lead off to a good path.
He cared for you on how much you cared for him,
Never his eyes became too dim

We may not reach the end,
We have walked as we can.
Made possibilities and room for chances,
Chances that will give you a good ending.
But as soon we have stepped there is a better leading
The journey along the way, ain't it
Easy and susceptible?
We may find answers what is desirable.

You have been a rose, a beautiful rose I have ever met.
Your every petal is a special one to be kept.
I have made this for a special someone, I don't usually make romantic/optimistic poems. I am leaning more onto my head. That is why this poem is one of my special treasure.
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Zenoche
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