I am like the delicate pearly rose,
Waiting for July in London
When the skies are blue like eyes of yours
And my eyes are darker in the sun.
I'm sure you will be there
On my first happy day!
This never-ending winter night-mare
Will die with first sun-ray...
And then the skies will be so deep...
You'll sing me silent lullabies...
You'll be with me till I'm asleep...
And wake me on the sun-rise!
That sleeping rose's bud at last
Will burst into the bloom!
Be my protector from every cold gust!
And kiss the petals white like the moon...
I am like the delicate pearly rose...
© Copyright: Ангел На Земле, 2007
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