My Rose
Oh how I feel about my bright red rose,
Heart on my sleeve I undoubtedly show
Your beautiful strawberry hair,
I can not help but sit and stare
Your innocent big blue ocean eyes,
Gets me all tongue tied
The reason my stomach groans and aches,
From the steel butterflys you make
From the very first time we hugged,
I knew right then you were my true love
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