You my love, with bright twinkle in your eyes
the sun shines on you all day
while us, alas, on a emerald green hill,
making love on top of it,
the love you give is the love I get
you are the spring of the heart
the tender rose bud in my eyes,
the more love I get, The More I Kiss you
in the Summer, The tender seed bud,
becomes the rose
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Perfect brings a warm smile to the heart pleasure to read thank you