When petals fall
off the stem.
Only thorns try
to catch them.

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Has a soft body like petals,
Your Smells like rose.
She is like a river of intoxication,
He have tasted since then.
I'm slave all yours,
Day and night just call you.
You are the pain, you're the medicine,
You are the blessing, you're Magic.
You are Master, you are happiness,
Taste the petals and make me dance.

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My heart is like that flower,
the petals of which are
engraved with your name.

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I adore the beauty of thorns.....
They don't prick me unless touched.....
But still I would love to touch.....
For I'll learn to rise in pain
rather than falling in love
with the soft petals......

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The dried petals
are still breathing
your memories.

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LOVE NOT JUST HOW TO LOVE A BODY,
BUT THE ART OF APPRECIATING IT'S DOUR.
MASTER NOT JUST THE ART OF PLUCKING THE PETAL,
BUT THE ART OF GROWING IT ONTO A FLOWER.

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Pluck her thorns
And not petals
To capture her beauty.

Lifeless petals will
Enhance your
decorations
Temporarily.

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And everybody cares
about the fallen petals.
But, nobody mourns
for the dried roots.

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I can call you my leaves,
For my petals were taken,
By his wildest winds.

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in love with the flowers
the ways that they bloom
beauty in sunlight
resting under the moon

sleep through the night
wake in the morning
stand up and shine
it is your moment

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