She is my unopened
present
my box of regrets,
the locked door;
the letter without
a stamp.
I'm a
flower without
soil
A fish on the
beach.
I'm a lame dog,
and the gray in
a beard.
I'm an
albatross on an
open sky,
a ship lost
at sea.
I'm the unanswered
words...
Please marry
me.
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