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Red Roses
When I wake up in the morning
The birds in the trees are singing,
Beautiful butterflies flying in the garden;
Like a stitch that has been permanently burden.
I stared at my window
Remembering my sorrow,
But when I saw the red roses;
I imagined how my life was full of surprises.
Flowers that give to show their most affection
To the one that give meaning and inspiration,
Touching and smelling for a while;
Moody face can turn into brilliant smile.
Our love is like a red rose
Whose splendor rises as the sun shows,
Whose petals expands further;
Whispering secrets forever.
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The birds in the trees are singing,
Beautiful butterflies flying in the garden;
Like a stitch that has been permanently burden.
I stared at my window
Remembering my sorrow,
But when I saw the red roses;
I imagined how my life was full of surprises.
Flowers that give to show their most affection
To the one that give meaning and inspiration,
Touching and smelling for a while;
Moody face can turn into brilliant smile.
Our love is like a red rose
Whose splendor rises as the sun shows,
Whose petals expands further;
Whispering secrets forever.
© All Rights Reserved
© maye
