Robust
Robust

Robust was the champagne that we were hung up on
The hazy vision through the golden liquor, our favourite con
Dark was the starry night, when you laid beside me in the sand
Tracing random doodles, formed heart shapes by accident
High adrenaline rush, your eyes whispered, "I'm in love,"
Hearts syncing in the moment, hands intertwined with the slightest touch
Falling like the brisk autumnal leaves on the ground
"I think I love you as much," Was it's fragile sound
Like the every good word was the simile for us,
The thorns on our red roses, were to keep us robust

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