Under a flicker of the pales moonlight,
I've wrapped my heart in velvet and tied it with silks
I've placed it on a shelf of long forgotten things,
right next to my little box of memories, a borken heart and other pointy things
under a magical layer of dust is a sweet nothing,
written in fadding ink,
"You, My Dear, are a pearl of tremendous worth..."
Scattered along on this shelf of the far away past,
is a few dying roses from a love to good to last
Author notes
I think it's done but I'm at a stand still, guess I ran out of prompts. lol
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