The depths of
her purity
made her timeless
She could undress my
mind and yet her presence
was timeless.
Just like the budding rose, I hope
to blossom her.
White Rose, I can’t blossom you.
White rose, I can’t blossom time-less
White rose, she was timeless.

©Anton K. D’Niage

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