If I could paint you a flower for every hour they would be red. Yet if I could paint you another it would be yellow and if I had to guide you from the night into my heart I would paint you white. If a flower for flowers were a language or choice I would love thee and cherish this voice. One can live where two are together but that flower is so rare I dare not say never. One must proceed when my flower has true color and there paint has no need. I think I shall name it Sabrina.
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 12:16 PM UTC
If I could paint you a flower for every hour they would be red. Yet if I could paint you another it would be yellow and if I had to guide you from the night into my heart I would paint you white. If a flower for flowers were a language or choice I would love thee and cherish this voice. One can live where two are together but that flower is so rare I dare not say never. One must proceed when my flower has true color and there paint has no need. I think I shall name it Sabrina.
Sabrina Valentine and Sabrina Kirk
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