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A rose, a rose with coloration of the midnight sky, dewdrops twinkling like the jeweled stars encircling a moonlit night, rests between your fingers. Your twirl it about as if engaging it in a small dance, the delicate petals caressing your cheek.

A small smile graces your features as you glance over at your lover, sprawled across the grass The sunlight highlights hints of blue in his ebony hair, and his skin glows like porcelain beneath the fiery light. Shadowy patterns dance across his frame as the outline of the tree shielding you flows steadily with the wind.

Sighing deeply, you trace the outline of his face with the pad of your index. He twitches just a little but enough to wake him from slumber.

It relieves you to see him so serene and peaceful. He is an anxious, delicate soul much in contrast to his dark and cold exterior. He bore so much on his exhausted shoulders, and you long so much to away every trouble away.

Behind his strength, you still see the timid child you grew up.

You gingerly rest your head against his chest, inhaling the strong scent of cigarettes melding with the sweet aroma of roses and clean grass. A cloud of contentment fills your head as sleep carries you into his dream world.

And resting between your fingers is the blue rose, your treasure from him, a symbol of your life.

In the midst of your dreaming, his fingers lace with your own, and a content smile rests across his lips.

Description
(www.youtube.com/watch?v=6E6xou… Please listen while you read!)

A rose, a rose with coloration of the midnight sky, dewdrops twinkling like the jeweled stars encircling a moonlit night, rests between your fingers. Your twirl it about as if engaging it in a small dance, the delicate petals caressing your cheek.

A small smile graces your features as you glance over at your lover, sprawled across the grass The sunlight highlights hints of blue in his ebony hair, and his skin glows like porcelain beneath the fiery light. Shadowy patterns dance across his frame as the outline of the tree shielding you flows steadily with the wind.

Sighing deeply, you trace the outline of his face with the pad of your index. He twitches just a little but enough to wake him from slumber.

It relieves you to see him so serene and peaceful. He is an anxious, delicate soul much in contrast to his dark and cold exterior. He bore so much on his exhausted shoulders, and you long so much to away every trouble away.

Behind his strength, you still see the timid child you grew up.

You gingerly rest your head against his chest, inhaling the strong scent of cigarettes melding with the sweet aroma of roses and clean grass. A cloud of contentment fills your head as sleep carries you into his dream world.

And resting between your fingers is the blue rose, your treasure from him, a symbol of your life.

In the midst of your dreaming, his fingers lace with your own, and a content smile rests across his lips.