Everyday you seem so different, one day in pain, the next is happy, on the ones where you're happy, my soul will rejoice, but when it seems like you're in pain, it causes me to ache as well, I wish that I could tell how you do feel, but I shall always be blinded, by the voices around me, sing from you heart, and unblock my ears, releasing my eyes, and I will give you everything you've ever wanted, for you are everything to me, and I am nothing to you, but never the less, you are my rose, the most beautiful rose in the garden, and I love you so, but alas I am nothing more than a weed, at least unto you, though still as that is, I still will love you...Birth sign: Aries
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