Marmalade love

 

I was as made to be the marmalade on his daily
bread, now he seems to has lost his sweet tooth
and I’m not yet ready to be left, a single sweetie

Then he told: I can feel you are not feeling well
and I know why and lemon like I said: So if you
know, why don’t you then do what you must do
to be the sweet marmalade on my daily bread?

rose, white

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