When the roses bloom again,
I know that spring is here.

When the roses bloom again,
love will fill the air;
hearts will start to flutter
like a small bird on the wing.

Voices from the rooftops
will once again begin to sing.

When the roses bloom again,
to my loving arms you will come.

I will feel the warmth and tenderness
of your loving embrace.

When the roses bloom again,
everything will be as it always was.

The perfumes of a new day
will fill my world with love,
and all this will happen
when the roses bloom again.

@oumaima_elbkkli ✍✍

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