Your Whitest Rose


So cold,

Your skin touched my own,

It was like dew drops in winter,

Slowly sliding down like pebbles in a stream,

A feeling that just rushes along the riverbank,

Your touch is so unique.

So dark,

Yet harvesting a smile so elegant,

Blinded by your beauty and originality,

My heart is drowning, your voice soothes me,

So tranquil, so magnificant,

Yet so solemn.

So soft,

Gentle, compassionate, and tender,

Yet so dark, and hidden away from the world,

And sometimes I wonder why you chose me,

Over all else in the world,

I was your whitest rose.

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