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Glass Rose

Pretty rose;�glass rose.
Eternal rose.
Never changing,
Forever remaining,
Never dying,
Always staying.
Marking his love for me.
Pretty & delicate--
Perfect & intricate--
A single glass rose.
Eternal.
Like his love for me.
The most mystical gift ever--
To someone who lives, breathes & thrives in the fairytale realm.
The world of enchanted flowers & dreams made of the finest gold thread.
Where true love's kiss is the strongest weapon above all.
Where good always reigns, and evil always fall.
So straight from a storybook
And into my hands--
A enchanted glass rose, the fairest gift in all the land.
Not marking the passing of time, for instead it does not change.
Like his love for me, and the love I return vastly.
It is eternal--
It is infinite--
It is our love.
Captured and frozen inside, of a rose made of glass.
Never to changed, altered or removed by time.