I gazed at the Golden rose moon,
It was wearing the dress,
Of your Beauty,
And your love is luminous and pretty,
At your sweetest,
youre so luminously Pretty,
She hymns sweet poetry,
Into her pretty soul,
And bouquet vase,
I listen to her sing,
Just to feel her honey Beauty,
I even love its enchanted Rain,
It soothes the pain,
Like champagne,
And when her Beauty dances,
Her hips rhyme so fine,
With my love and
