The rose you hold, if already dry,
Please leap in fold, but don't cry,
And whisper fairly in her ears,
While closing both of your eyes,
Touching her nape with your lips,
Caress her palm with your fingers,
And quietly- lovingly ask her-
For a trip down the road afar,
In a farm of blooming flowers,
Sprouting at easy of light showers,
If grass is soft take off her shoes,
Pray, help her catch some butterflies
Then take her out for french fries,
Tell her quietly "love, a man must try"
she'll say "please don't make me cry"
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Wow, you've caged a dove,
Hey, you guys are in love!
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