What’s the value of these roses,
In front of your beauty,
Praising your rose like face,
Is my foremost duty. ЁЯМ╣
The way you smile is,
Heart warming to me,
These roses have no value,
For you my honey. ЁЯМ╣
It’s look like your face,
When it blossoms,
It’s look like your smile,
When this bloody blooms. ЁЯМ╣
These redish petals are
Like your red lips,
They wither quickly when,
Air stupid air flips. ЁЯМ╣
Your charming cheek turn,
Red when you blush,
I’ll find you definitely ,
In a million of rush. ЁЯМ╣
