Your smile is so charming,
When you smile,
I see thousands and thousands of roses.
Dancing in the cool breeze,
With your innocent smile,
You may conquer many minds,
Your teeth are like angles in Italian marbles,
In the midst of heavenly roses,
It may like heavenly mist,
Heavenly mist in the rose mountain,
You are like a nice lady,
Crafted by Michelangelo,
Pray to God to keep your pleasure,
Keep your pleasure every moment,
And make others happy on your presents,
In a dreamy moment,
I see you are covered in maroon,
Maroon cloth and dancing in the rose garden,
I fail to identify which rose is more beautiful,
The real roses or the dancing rose.
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Awesome metaphor. Lovely, beautiful, delightful, delicate and passionate qualities of a lady as compared to red rose.