Roses by A Rose.

Time has withered the roses away,
but not my feelings.
Time may have taken the redness from these roses,
but not her rosiness.
I still wonder what me like this,
For,
Still fall for these eyes,
Still drool at this smile,
Still wonder at this beauty,
Still the same charm since Mission impossible.
But not the same anymore,
For I haven't been the same ever since the time she smiled.
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