I always look where the moon is,
And the moon does it also to me,
Wherever bed I sleep,
Wherever house I go,
He always find a way to look at me—
To lumieré over me.
And you ask me if I love you?
The moon will tell you.
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Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]
PoesieRoses are the flowers of Love; You are a rose That blooms on sunrise, And fell in sunset. Roses are the poems of love; You are the words I wrote, The rythmns of letters, For I am yours, And you are mine.
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