Shall I compare thee to a field of flowers?
Thou art more scented with your own perfume.
You have a certain kind of strong power.
You are a gentleman, which I've assumed.
You have your moments, which soften my
heart.
You come near me, and my heart always
stops.
When there is distance, it seems we're miles
apart.
You are now my first priority, the
top.
Yet, you have doors and they don't let
me in.
You have thorns and they always seem to
prick me.
Eventually, I'll break your doors of
tin.
And finally, I'll stop bleeding, you'll
see.
Just look and I'll always be near you
And maybe one day you'll see my love through.
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