Paper roses for Twilight Sparkle

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

-Pablo Neruda-

look out for the whole poem, its wondeful

A litte giftart for a friend since my next request was delayed today XD