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Our Valentine's Day

They say we tend to like things more that we can easily relate to, and this is my first time celebrating Valentines Day with a girl and we're both introverted so one could say there will be no need for a take two, and no amount of money spent could ever be worth more than the time I've spent with you, you're my other half always looking to the left so I know when I get that feeling that this time it's right, falling right into your arms feels like home even when I'm gone, and everything that's real seems to be fake or never last long, like a rose picked from the garden, you're my favorite and I'm glad I chose u, but this rose is made up of something different that mixed together is now more than perfect and I know from the look I get every time I hold u, baby will u Be my paper rose? because the real ones always die, and now a days when it's fake people try harder and then ask themselves every night why, or baby be my fake rose because they last longer than an actual rose. ..... pedals slowing falling dying representing every tear I ever cried, so baby be my rose the kind that never dies, because in the end all I want is just a little more time before the final goodbye. P.S. I love you more

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