Being around you
is like touching a rose.
I fall in love
again and again,
just by watching the velvet petals.
Sniffing the scent you spread around
I fly away
and even the rainbow is not high enough
to witness my twirls.
But I cannot grasp you
because of the thorns you have,
so many times
and bled like a roe-deer bitten by a grey wolf.
So tell me, my friend,
should I complain because of your thorns?
Or should I rejoice because of your flower?
They say that the glass can be half full
or half empty,
but what if I want a life strewn with petals?
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