Poetry

Febfever6

My love is a rose red
Tale of love as you read

Crimson rose speaks my heart
Delicate like its petals is my heart

Fragrance of it keeps you happy
Transparent is my love glassy

Accept me before I am wilted
Miss me not being conflicted

None can love you as much as I do
Trample me not with your adieu
@ Rajani Mula

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