Dear Beloved Petal
My dear is like a petal,
Full with love when the morning haze pours them love.
My dear is like a petal,
Bloom with the fullest and living razor of lusty root.
My dear is like a petal,
Its love grows and grows without ignoring.
My dear is like a petal,
Steal those heart that graze and gaze upon the beauty of tranquility.
My dear is like a petal,
Blow me the zephyr wind within the herd of naked verbena.
Indeed you are the antebellum of beautiful being,
My beloved petal.
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