The Rose of Belgium

My heart yearns to rise early to have you in company; Your dazzling native beauty attracts the crowd at Tiffany. Even the birds of Rome come on their way to roam, for, your smile is like a home; A cozy shelter against the storm. Shining hair of ebony, cheeks that bury deeply, voice that sings a rhapsody, brings to life a fantasy. Rose that is pure divine when you are near, I feel so fine; Let the morning sunshine tell the rore to shine. Moon river I shall venture on the fair sands of your shore; May the lash of your nature rope the heart that I adore.