Flower

You,

the one with the perfect smile,

carved upon that flawless face of yours;

I'm calling you

Where are you?

Shakespeare said:

"Shall I compare you to a summer's day"

I won't compare you to a summer's day,

because you'd excite me until my hairs are gray.

Lana Del Rey said:

"Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?"

I would,

There's nothing in this world that I want to hold,

I'll hold you tight, never let go. 

Honey,

Neither the beauty of a summer's day,

nor the beautiful anthems of Lana Del Rey,

could ever give a slight clue of how deep I am into you.

You're like an exotic flower,

cultivated on the most beautiful garden any mortal have ever seen.

Rough winds don't shake your grace;

Indeed, you're like a flower that is truly, magnificently serene.

                                    

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