A rose.
Only a rose can make me feel this way.
A simple flower can take my breath away and make his life so precious.
The color of red on the petals seems so overpowering for someone who hides his love for me.
Yet, if I gave him a rose, his cheeks would match the color of the rose.
I'm the one who gets his flowers, his desire for me.
What does he get? My wishes of being with him?
Perhaps a note will do the trick; let him know how I feel.
But notes are for school crushes. Right?
The End
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