𝗕𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀' 𝗥𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 (𝟭𝟴𝟵𝟬), 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗙𝗲𝗿𝗴𝘂𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗪𝗲𝗶𝗿.

"You are a garden of beauty so divine, that when I look at you, roses grow out of my eyes, you grow within my soul like flowers of the wild, soft yet strong and you withstand anything all year long. Beauty can mean so many things but to me, it just means you. The way you bloom when you smile is like a flower that blooms to the moon."
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