I am a rose, of deep vermilion tones
With much zeal, you savour blueberry cones
I am the wind, I blow away afflictions
For the one and only object of my affection
For I am your star, I will spark up your nights
Against all odds, the frail one I might
Be, so please; give me your ears
For I tremendously desire you to hear
My side of the story,
My dilemma; my quandary.
Down on my knees
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