The wind is dancing wildly outside. Beyond my window I can see leaves swirling and falling to the ground. Branches, half bare, bend low to catch them. A night bird sings out his hollow song and embraces my soul. I turn to see you sleeping, silver moonlight touching your face. You lay warm and vulnerable; completely unaware of anything. You are a man and yet you are a child. You are my heart.
Beside is the last wood rose. As I rescue it from its crystal prison petals fall at my feet. They pool like silent tears. One day, like this wood rose, I too shall lose my beauty. So love me now my darling, for I fear you may not love me then.
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