You are a rose, lost in the desert,
perhaps under some palm trees
of a tiny, forlorn, forgotten oasis.
Someone, surely, should rescue you,
and do it a.s.a.p. (as soon as possible),
for the longer you will be left there,
the higher the risk that you’ll perish!
But I am too old and too big, to be
that all-magical, mythical prince
that was born of a crash in the desert,
that dear boy with a spirit so selfless,
to sacrifice all for the good of a flower,
to give it all up for the love of a rose …
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