Youre beautiful, but youre empty...One couldnt die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since shes the one Ive watered. Since shes the one I put under glass, since shes the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since shes the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since shes the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since shes my rose
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 02:53:13 +0000