Until the Day of Roses
I'm alive today by grace,
Favoured by the maker to make a living out of loving you,
For what's better than a man who is obsessed with his lady?
....I have forged in my mind uncontrollable habits
And praising you is one of them,
Perhaps we should go on another date,
Sip slow from the cups of passion and lose ourselves with love,
And if you find yourself under my sheets
We can blame it on the shots
For you're the lady I wish to pursue,
The one I would with enter the ark if I was given a chance to,
And i promise I'm not much of a love poet,
But my keyboard seems to find pleasure in this bottle I am placed in,
But if could
I wish to champion your brows for I cannot wait for the church bells!
And you my bride my love
Are as beautiful as the spices on mountains,
And I promise to stay in love with what I write this for,
Until the day of Roses!
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