tamimob
Pick me the most beautiful rose, oh butterfly,
Suits the blonde, to wear on her hair
Choose one more beautiful than a child's laugh,
Lily serenades it, dawn composes a melody on its strings
Choose one the color of marble, fireside stories,
Mountains' tan soil, ancient snow,
Green dreams of meadows, vigor of laurel,
If I could explain more, I would not have asked you to choose