women
the women's blows like spring
and burns like fire
they smells like roses
and hurts like petals
they are full of grace
and flow like water ways
they spell magic in someone's eye
they are like moon's of a night
they fall like star's
they heal the scar's
they touch someone's heart
they hold someone's hand
they whisper in ear's
there is a breeze...
and burns like fire
they smells like roses
and hurts like petals
they are full of grace
and flow like water ways
they spell magic in someone's eye
they are like moon's of a night
they fall like star's
they heal the scar's
they touch someone's heart
they hold someone's hand
they whisper in ear's
there is a breeze...