Be My Valentine
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I will never forget that face
Upon the first glimpse
Where I first seen such beauty
In the open of nothingness
To be struck by cupids' arrow
Cementing my footing
In the grounded path I walk
Roses are not red, they’re internal colors that blend together,
it is our naked eye that misguides us.
Something so natural, untouched yet so beautiful and breathtaking.
Hold me close, keep me safe.
Tell me you love me and that will never change.
Dry my eyes whenever i cry and tell me everything will be alright.
