You stood on the quiet road, half in shadow, half in sunlight.
I approached, rose in hand,a soft smile with a hint of affection"Funny thing,"I twirl the rose slowly in my hand “Some hearts don’t make a sound when they break,” I spoke gently.
Then I tilted my head, offering the rose with a spark in my eyes. “But get them near the right person, and suddenly they’re full of life and picking out favorite smiles.”
I leaned in, just enough. “Yours is at the top of my list.”
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