A rose on my pillow

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He use to say “you are my life!”
and I use to think “what am I going
to do with him!?” He fear to lose me
and I fear he will!

Entire oceans of organized human
schemes and mindsets that brings
others together, keeps us two apart.

A rose on my pillow wouldn’t change
a thing but mean a lot – as we need
to believe love conquers all.

And I’m a sceptic, who blindly have
my trust to him who hold my hand.
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