Time passes by,
As black rose blooms,
Night so dark, new moon,

Worrying about your thorns,

I can't see you,
I worry! That you are only but a dream,

You girl! Are so magical,
Loving heart, **** Soul, so touchable,
Sweet lips so warm, so kissable,

The smell of your hot Soul,  
Trapped me in your magic spell,
Hard to resist your charm,

So huggable you are,

I like the feel of your quiet whispers in my ear,
I like the feel of your soft hands on my chest,

I loved a black rose tonight,
And she felt just right.


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