Her sweet eyes,
they lit up at the sound
of sweet words,
and sublime smells.
Her heart was in need of affection,
languid looks and soft hugs.
It was a white rose bud,
that woudl have blossomed,
in a shining rose…
with the soul still pure.
Her sweet eyes,
they lit up at the sound
of sweet words,
and sublime smells.
Her heart was in need of affection,
languid looks and soft hugs.
It was a white rose bud,
that woudl have blossomed,
in a shining rose…
with the soul still pure.
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