Though you stole my heart,
I forgive that sweet robbery.
Your love is just sweet like candy,

But I keep drowning like it's an ocean.

Beauty bestowed by nature's own hand,
And breathed by the air I say I hate most,

Though I love the scent of roses,

I find your smell the best fragrance the earth can yeild,

The apple of my eye I could say,

Made not of dust but if the finest particles the heavens could produce.

For you are my new addiction.


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