"You might tried to wish for a shooting star"

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He must love god above everything else;
next comes the things god gave him - love to his family, loyalty to friends, commitment to his work and passion in his life;
Then he must adore me more than his ego;
And wise to know that because i do love him so, he would cherish himself and his life and take good care of it so that i will be happy and would be able to rely on him as long as God may.



You delight in the sight of the garden of roses, you cry every time you have the courage to hold;
You clench so tight at the body of thorns, and slowly as you lose your might you let go;
You try to smile again, as your wound heals, you cry again when you see the scars;
Again and again you try again, again and again the cycle repeats;

When will you see the gardener there, teaching you how to remove the thorns of the roses?
When will you notice the florist over there, preparing already freshly pluck (uprooted) roses in a bouquet?
And when will you see the love of you and me, when i sneak into the gardens for you, snipping of the flower-heads(buds) so i may lay them on a grass patch just for you.