Rosy Lady

Rosy lady, flower of the field you are my umbrella and my yield your kisses showers like the rains and dismissing all odds and pains. Searching everywhere unto the best your person is above the rest In morn, noon and evening dreams most sweet Did I see a lovely harem meet. Lost in myth I am, dreaming all the while Of when we shall walk down the love file Vowing and promising truth to keep Burning with zeal and affection ever deep. For purpose and meaning love shall sprout and flood the world and rid it of drought Then hate will be lost never to remembers I know For we ever shall shine and glow