To love summarized in a flower, each petal becomes a motive, but not all the roses in the world add up to all my motives, their color frames the strength of my love, but not even the reddest rose in the world is strong enough to represent it.

Like scratching a notebook and finding a work of art, that's my happiness, as simple as a rose, as complicated as well, so red but so green, with a blue sky in the background and you by my side, that's my happiness, as simple as being with you, as complicated as a kiss.
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