My rose grins amiable at me
and says bye from her sparkling eyes.
My body feels a burst of speed
when I see an amusing gleam
in her eyes and be more active.
But if she is nowhere to find
my heart swells with sorrow
that can't be shared as shareware
or deleted like flashing nubiles,
in phones and make them lovable.
Wherefore God did bring this angel
before me and keep me wakeful
day and night, with her face in mind?
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