Each and every one of them would have stuck in my body
if that your smile lights up the daytime
Few would to give pleasure to my Master deserve
stuck in my body slowly
and every moan give a piece of my pleasure
Every thorn would carry the blood in my veins
freely given blood
life given
to be at your feet
For the love of a rose, the gardener is the servant of a thousand thorns (Turkish proverb)
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