poem
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting you rainbows when the rains come.
I'd change my orbit to banish the night,
as to keep you in my nurturing light.
painting you rainbows when the rains come.
I'd change my orbit to banish the night,
as to keep you in my nurturing light.
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