Rose In the Night
In darkness where she lays,
a rosebud waits love’s kiss,
the gentle touch, her desire,
that brings her passion’s bliss.
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In darkness where she lays,
the early morning dew
kissed her scented petals
and sparked her sensual hue.
In darkness where she lays,
a fragrance fills the room
her love a part of me
my rose in vibrant bloom.
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