My Rose
By isa
I see her by my side I want her there for all times. She smells of roses She speaks so soft her touch sets me free Free into a world im not sure of. How can it be that a rose is by my side? I see her as she moves closer, i want to feel her touch again It sets my feelings free How can it be that the one i love smells of roses? the one i love speaks so soft How can it be that a rose is by my side. Written January 4th, 2002 © on Jan 03 2002 04:05 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"I see her by my side..."