Was she, a woman of beauty
Florets gaze at her with jealousy
Attractive brown eyes were they
Roses fall for her lips to say
Borrow me your pinky colour
For my tender lips to gay
Black curly hair that stay
On her shoulder like the Ray
Singing a song on her way
A voice as sweet as honey
Moving in a dancing way
Like the peahen slowly sway
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 9:14 AM UTC
Was she, a woman of beauty
Florets gaze at her with jealousy
Attractive brown eyes were they
Roses fall for her lips to say
Borrow me your pinky colour
For my tender lips to gay
Black curly hair that stay
On her shoulder like the Ray
Singing a song on her way
A voice as sweet as honey
Moving in a dancing way
Like the peahen slowly sway
