Love Like A Rose
Touch thy lips with fresh early dew.
by Iva Predum
Full bloom we smell of the rose.
My sent coming from me to you.
Open your peddles full and wide,
let me come inside.
Let us stay from morning to night.
So fresh, tender, and sweet
like a rose we do meet.
Delacte the peddles fall tenderly
at thy feet.
But the rose we see shell never die.
Our love kept so deep inside,
never to go or hide.
We may fade as time goes by.
But the rose stay within our eyes.
So sweet our love we keep alive.