Always a Rose
She was around when the story was written,
Even when the tides rose,
She mastered the art not to be beaten,
That's why she will always be a rose.
As the stars scintillated in the night,
Our fascinating story exploded,
Seeing her face filled with delight,
Meant our romance had finally sparkled.
Since the train has already left the station,
I can now feel its languid movements,
My only wish is her heart to be its final destination,
My flame is burning for the moment.
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