Supple Rose Read Count : 76

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Your eyes do bear a shine, as though two great suns have found their way onto our humble earth, to take your form, and to bless, us with your presence. To have one as fair as you, to be near a beauty of yours is near crippling, I say, my sweet flower, may I bask in your light longer, may I keep your divine company?

    Ay, to be near to you is as being near a lake on a dry Summer's day, you are the twinkle of the sky as all men look up to see the infinite, that I do see in you.

    As I await your accompaniment, daily, I yearn for you, my supple rose, my fair petal, you bear a  gift that the bravest, strongest of warriors would fall helpless to, how one as dainty as you does it, that I shall never know, but, my dove, I do know there is not one on this world as fair as you, with your charm, with your grace, and, ay, with my love.

    And pray I must, my songbird to be able to gaze upon your magnificent features, your skin with the similarity of a Sandy Beach, or your blush with the complexion of the finest rose, and even with the most beautiful rose, they do have their thornes, and despite your beauty, you do have thornes, but, alas, your perfection  draws all men near, to behold, one could not hold the thornes against one as you.

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