Roll Up: Roll Over

In her words I find ore Of grace through which I shore And as the mix is deep, it gives ores On which we ride our desire as horse To make deposit bless her fish's roe Making me feel better being her only hero And as well; my heart: forever hers Leaving no chance in gap per luck to others Peeping at my heart afar through my hose Unknown to them who I've planned to give rose Whom shall make onlookers watch like foes When at the end my world owned all to her Reading her eyes to light moments so blur After the night is free of the morning sore And every flaw we permanently restore Then, no one would ask-- "who is she?" Each will shut h/her lips for no one will say sh! The one who has always be in my own shoe Of a truth without explanation shall definitely be shew.