It’s ok to remember our green, our days when we were young,
do you remember My Love, the times we lived in the flowers, and touched
the lavender? Strolling in purple, but you always drifted towards
the white, and the mix of red, making pink. I love the way
you place carnations in your hair,
with your eyes surrounding me.
My Love, so true.
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