Ranunculus Asiaticus May 2, 2022 Zhen Zhu it was there she twirled, a dress of blush, lovely just to say.an innocent crush, or so he thought, and yet it wouldn't go away.somehow he knew her, somehow he loved her, and somehow he lost her.curtsyof bokeh blurs To love is nothing, to be loved is something. But to love and to be loved by the one you love, that is something.