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This rose petal that falls slowly onto bed,
From the my hand represents the last,
The last time you'll feel lonely,
The last time you'll need someone else,
The last time you'll feel unloved,
These mighty roses that you've never received before,
Represent all that you'll receive from now on,
Just the first of many firsts,
A beauty who waits on her beast,
A beast who falls asleep with her beauty in his mind,
Can the touch of your skin against mine become norm?
And by that I mean night after night,
Not waking up to an empty bed,
Waking up to your bed head,
Abel is telling us to get up,
Whether that means up high with the sky,
Or down on the ground below,
This rose petal is just one of many that lay before you,
Sorry for spoiling you,
I can't help it,
It comes with the charm.