My sweet darling my Mary
My heart yearns much to marry.
Your lips part as petals, beside,
Of red Rose white dew, inside.
You thrill me every moment, dear
Hope so be to you though not near.
O! dear, my darling, feel my love
Every moment as fragrant Love.
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Red rose carries dew of love and every petal softly and gently touches mind. This poem is very brilliantly penned...10