Give scars, imperfections and a pristine heart

Unnamed

 

Daffodils, clouds and scented grass,

Doth make the orator a royal ass,

For love is human,

And human is dirt,

So I give to you,

Scars, imperfections and my pristine heart.

 – Pumpkin Positive




Daffodil of spring. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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