Dear future wifey, pleasure to inform while waiting...
Idk if loyal or not, unsure of even your existence but something...something about your presence makes me wanna crave for the moon during the day...look for stars in a sky full of clouds carving your existence...my love you're like a little rose in the garden of musk, like the path of thorns only to know the embrace of dusk. my little rose...caring much about the ones who left you in pain, the ones doesn't deserve to know what you love about the rain..while there's one willing to be wet, just for a glimpse of water raining down your face...the rain that once felt intrusive now feels solace,
My rose, you're my ace..my kingdom without any grace, my queen of her own race and my only..little embrace.