picture yourself reciting a prose
doing it all for a noble cause
in one hand is a beautiful rose
on the other you hold her close
when you finish, you take a pause
to look in her eyes is the life you chose
through all the hate from enemies and foes
her perfection covers all the flaws
you kiss her gently from head to toe
her touch is gentle like the water at shore
her beauty shakes you to the core,
your joy are is shared by the wine you pour
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