It looks as if the man says:
"Not the rose I want to kiss,
But you yourself instead,.
It's with you I need bliss."
Her mind murmurs: "It's okay,"
Their love's like a rose in May,
Her heart's singing beautifully,
A Song of Love all in harmony.
And his nose feels for a scent,
Of her virgin heart to comment,
Their paradise of love on earth,
To quench their thirst of mirth.
Sao Puthpong, Cambodia
"Not the rose I want to kiss,
But you yourself instead,.
It's with you I need bliss."
Her mind murmurs: "It's okay,"
Their love's like a rose in May,
Her heart's singing beautifully,
A Song of Love all in harmony.
And his nose feels for a scent,
Of her virgin heart to comment,
Their paradise of love on earth,
To quench their thirst of mirth.
Sao Puthpong, Cambodia
1
1
No comments:
Post a Comment