If my heart were a rose garden
I would pick one satin rose
everyday,
for my ravishing ruby beloved,
whose heart beats in delicate violets,
whose gaze sings me lavender lullabies,
whose touch I crave like
someone dying in Sahara,
whose face I miss the most,
on days twisting and turning
as a meandering melancholic river,
and on numb nights,
I am left empty
as a poignant...
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