You're as lovely as the rose
no thorns on your stem grows
In your flower garden being collected
there are no thorns connected
Every other rose has a prick
yours my love do not stick
With love being both sweet and sour
you're the perfect rose flower
The whole world over has a need
for the perfection of your seed
You're a lovely rose with
no thorns on the stem
there's really no need to trim
It's surely no surprise
you're the perfect size
there is no phony love disguise
never in my eyes
For the love I have for you
there is no measure
you're the perfect treasure
loving you is surely a pleasure
Zara’s Bois:
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely p
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