@Just4me181818 If I were to carry you on my back
And roam the earth with you, the sweetness of your love would make me feel as though I am carrying a rose... So I neither tire nor grow weary in that.
Thousands of women showing their beauty, yet he fell for the one most covered.
Thousands of eyes staring at her, yet she fell for the one looking down.
A man may write a poem,
pouring his soul into every word,
yet a woman may still ignore it,
unable to read what it truly holds.
It hurts,
but it reflects how the world has shaped he