Fille - Like that of a Rose
Never be able to crease its dependent upon love and care
A rose
A fille
Every delicate touch fluttering within for a peek of beauty
A blooming rose
A dainty fille
A wee bit of inadvertance seizing its allurement
A withering rose
A frail fille
For a timeless devotion of speck-less perfection
A dependent rose
A fille always yearn for consistence love.
~Petite Fille~
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