Roses & Respect

You bring me Roses after it happens

                    Everytime. By then.

                the bruises Still haven’t faded. They turn

   a deep Purple. I haven’t

                            sEen my parents in a while.

                                        I have a Collection of bumps and bruises and gifts.

They are part of the Trap. Where is the escape?

 

 

          You bring me Roses at random. Your 

    sweet gestures Enlighten my spirit. 

                              We Sacrifice for one another,

a harmonious Partnership. I

                                  accEpt you for who you are et

vice-versa. We give our Consent, along with 

gifts. I appreciaTe you always.

 

 

That’s Real

lovE,

I Say.

                                 Full of Patience and Appreciation, its a

 collaborative Effort.

                             Your Character grows, as does mine.

            iT’s because I love you.

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This poem is about: 
Our world

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