the-rose

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“You must charm her!”

These cutie pies

Have you ever loved a rose,
and watched her slowly bloom;
and as her petals would unfold, you grew drunk on her perfume.

Have you ever seen her dance,
her leaves all wet with dew;
and quivered with a new romance-
the wind, he loved her too.

Have you ever longed for her,
on nights that go on and on;
for now, her face is all a blur,
like a memory kept too long.

Have you ever loved a rose,
and bled against her thorns;
and swear each night to let her go,
then love her more by dawn.

—  The Rose, Lang Leave

To the most delicate rose in my life. Happy Mother’s Day to you and every mother out there!

Lukas W.