Drug. He reminds me of drugs.

I could never get enough, his eyes smile voice.

They drew me crazy.

To the point of death.

Fine, maybe he was dangerous.

Just like a rose.

I need to get to the throne first

And just like a rose, he smells of beauty.

Painted beauty not quite well.
He may have painted a smile.
A reputation.

But he was still a rose.

However, he tries to change his true color.

He was still a rose.

I think I find my new drug.

Him.

Ecstasy