In his palm, he wrote me his sincere love
he held me tight by his hands
my babylicious charm seduces him
like he wants to squeeze me in his arms.
I felt I'm a rose flower in a vineyard
meant to be picked but not to be plucked
my beauty seems imperfect
but he clinged to my simple perfection.
Somewhere between there were vines that crawled
they tried to reach me at the end of a pole
but they were intimidated by my thorns
yet, only the toughest vine able to conquer
this innocence and purity of a lovely flower.
Yes, I only clinged to one vine in a vineyard
coz' his first kiss caressed me when I started to bloom
he tried to crawl towards me
and served as my protection
under a playful sun
or a lonely moon
his first glance tickled my petals
and their colors stood out among them all.
I'm a rose over many beautiful flowers
but he chose to settle around my thorns
sometimes he felt the pain of cuts
but he likes to stay for an assurance
that my shelter will shield him forever
with my sincere first kiss
he would never wander.
©️ hcasquejo 2021
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