Sometimes, when we search and search for the one true love, we never once notice that it has always been beside us. It's like we're on a different plane of existence, looking down at the lesser and up at the superior; never our left or right, where our equals stand.
Other times, we know that love is just a hair's breath away, but we couldn't bridge that gap because we're afraid... so very fear-stricken of our own touch to that fragile flower named love... that the careless, tainted hands would make it wither away in shame.
And lying latent, is that one burgundy rose that has yet to blossom.
My beloved rose
A lonesome leaf flutters in the wind.....
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