Dear Hibscus, The pink aroma of your splendour leaves me blind The pleasant stench of your paragonal body draws me nearer Even with no pressure, I have willed myself to lie Just that with those efforts you look more dearer I wish to rip out the seeds in you like Frankestein But you are no simile of rose. I would be inhuman to leave even just a stain Just give me a nectar of your heavenly dose I promise you i will never compare you Even though you lack any shade of blue Down to my last breath I would say you are my beloved I do hope you listen to my heartweep.