My Love
The rose is jealous of your smile because one cannot keep
his eyes off you when you smile. He loses attention when you smile. Your smile
is most beautiful thing in the whole world and there is nothing he can do about
it. The rose is jealous of your smile.
The rose hates you the most in your pink dress. Because one
stops all his thoughts and you are all in his mind for once and for all. The rose
hates that because, not even the morning droplets on the petals of the rose can
replace your thoughts in his mind. The rose hates you.
The rose is envious of you because someone always would
like to start his day by looking at your face first thing in the morning rather
than the rose. No one cares about the rose. If you are around no one loves the
rose. The rose is envious of you.
If the rose could ever see how beautiful you are, he would
never take his eyes off you.
If the rose could ever hear how sweet you sound, he would
never stop listening to you.
If the rose could ever hold you in his arms, he would never
let you be on your own alone.
If the rose could ever has a heart to love, he would never
stop loving you.
Like I do, yes I do.
But the rose is jealous of you.
The moon is jealous of the rain, because it can touch your body
and soul in the way he could never touch you. The rain can make you smile, can
make you feel better in so many ways he could never ever do to you. The moon in
jealous of the rain.
The moon hates the wind that passes through you, because it
is closer than your shadow. The wind got the privilege of being around you all
the time and can feel your heartbeat. The moon hates the wind.
The moon is envious of the night, when he was alone and you
were dancing with another man. The moon cried and wished that even just for a moment
he could hold you and dance with you. But he was alone and dancing on his own.
The moon is envious of the night.
If the moon could ever see how beautiful you are, he would
never take his eyes off you.
If the moon could ever hear how sweet you sound, he would
never stop listening to you.
If the moon could ever hold you in his arms, he would never
let you be on your own alone.
If the moon could ever has a heart to love, he would never
stop loving you.
Like I do, yes I do.
But the moon is jealous because of you.
Yours truly, Yours only.
Bob
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