Ode To My Sweetheart
Oh! rose you are beautiful.
But not as my beloved deals.
Your fragrance is so sweet.
You will be sweeter if she meets.
You are below,
As she is mellow.
You will be dry very soon.
She will be long as the moon.
You will be proud,
If she touches.
You will be glad,
If she uses.
Cry to lord,
For such a beauty.
She praises him,
To perform her duty.
