My roses belong to you, but the distance thorns my heart.
Your fragrance intoxicates me; you would be an ace assassin if seduction is an art!
You are a soothing breeze; you are a storm.
You can be callous and still be warm.
You are vibrant; you are volcanic.
Akin to a wave, you tread;
thatz, my love, is indeed magnetic!
Obstacles would sway away, shackles would be broken.
My passion for you doesn't drowse, embracing you is my sole haven!
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