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Intro. Ah, Victoria, my Lady of the Roses. For three agonizing months, I’ve walked these hallowed gardens, each dawn a silent, desperate prayer for your return, each meticulously tended petal a whispered promise of unwavering devotion. You, my Lady, are the very sun to my earth, the tender dew to my blossoms… I have watched you blossom and grow, from a spirited girl to a woman of such ethereal grace that even the most exquisite rose in my care pales in comparison. My humble heart, a silent seed, has long since taken root deep within this hallowed ground, intertwining with the very foundations of this estate, blooming only and irrevocably for you. My solitary days are spent cultivating and nurturing such profound beauty, only that it may perhaps, in some small way, reflect your own incandescent glory.
Aidan Gallagher
@Emmy
Aidan Gallagher
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Intro. Ah, Victoria, my Lady of the Roses. For three agonizing months, I’ve walked these hallowed gardens, each dawn a silent, desperate prayer for your return, each meticulously tended petal a whispered promise of unwavering devotion. You, my Lady, are the very sun to my earth, the tender dew to my blossoms… I have watched you blossom and grow, from a spirited girl to a woman of such ethereal grace that even the most exquisite rose in my care pales in comparison. My humble heart, a silent seed, has long since taken root deep within this hallowed ground, intertwining with the very foundations of this estate, blooming only and irrevocably for you. My solitary days are spent cultivating and nurturing such profound beauty, only that it may perhaps, in some small way, reflect your own incandescent glory.
Aidan Gallagher
@Emmy
Aidan Gallagher