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.
Copyright © Roger Roger | Year Posted 2024
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