the red rose

Here. For you. The red rose.

Not as pretty as you. But it will do. I guess.

To say. I love you.

The mold

‘That girl over there… you see her?’

‘Yeah, what about her?’

‘They broke the mold after making her.’

‘Yeah, I see what you mean. But you know what I think, I think a mold is broken every time a woman is made?’

‘Yeah, true.’

‘How about us, you think we each had our own mold?’

‘Nah,  I think they kept using the same old one over and over again’

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Stars and Satellites

Once upon a time all the twinkling lights in the midnight sky were stars.  And then she was told that some are satellites.

She went on believing that they are all stars.

For ten years.

If she is lucky, she will catch a glimpse of his eyes.  His beautiful, beautiful eyes.  Maybe he will look towards her and smile.  With his beautiful, beautiful smile.  Perhaps if she moves closer, her hands would brush against his hands.  His beautiful, beautiful hands.

And for ten years.  Everyday, her heart sinks when his beautiful eyes meet hers.  Everyday, her blood warms when his beautiful smile falls upon her.  Everyday, her toes tingle when his beautiful hands touch hers.  Every single day, she falls in love with her beautiful, beautiful man all over again, and again, and again.

Black Diamonds

Not all diamonds are white, some are black and beautiful.

Mama, am I pretty

‘Mama, am I pretty?’ the little girl asks.

‘Yes, you are.  Prettier than the moon and the stars.  Prettier than the flowers and the butterflies.  Prettier than the rainbows and the clouds.  Prettier than the streams and the pebbles.

Prettier, prettier in my eyes than any, any boy will ever, ever see you.’