In a garden ,
I saw a Rose.

I came in straight to get One.

Pierced by the Thorns,
Cut and left behind.

Screaming in pain,
Fear awaken by the stain.

Eyes watered,
Love shattered.

Every inch dipped in blur,
I came back to my shell.

Sun shine, I couldn't see it again,
My skin never felt the Rain.

Days passed,
Thoughts vanished.

Making myself numb,
Pretending not to succumb.

Finally, one day

I was crossing by,
A sweat fragrance pressed the Break,
No! My nose is tricky.

A step forward made in different direction,
Don't know untill I saw you.

I let no words,
They weren't Enough .

Soon, A shiny petal let it's hand in mine,
The wound dissapeared .

Utterly expression of Magic
than Happiness .

Now I feel the Touch ,
You're Different
Difficult ,I say.

Never easy,
May be you're not what I see.

I am,wht you see....

The more I see, the more I wonder.
The more I tuch, the more you're Tender.
The more I be, the more you thunder.

Happy, I was bitten.
I could feel you healing.

Glad, I was crying .
I can see me smiling .


You're Difficult but Different .
But Destiny of my Destitute .

This Rose is
MINE.🌹


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