Rose

I never believed in the rose’s beauty because I always saw its thorns. A bouquet of roses didn’t seem romantic to me. But then I met him. I became his rose. Now when I see roses I think of him. Of his soft touch and infectious laugh. He showed me how to look past the thorns. He showed me how to see the beauty in everything, even myself. Oh my sweet prince I promise your stars will never darken.

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