Rose

The pretties flower,
On land,
And not sea,
But nothing seems prettier,
Then Rose Gold,
But it still nothing better then having a,
Soul,
So I rather have,
Rose Mary Jenkins,
Because her body,
And soul,
Is so cold,
That it brings,
Quick sand to my heart,
And Chills through my bones,
I want her to be a part of,
My heart,
And me from the start,
I see her today,
But don’t know what to say,
But here I start,
A Rose is beautiful,
And Rose Gold is cold,
Rather have a Rose with a soul,
So I can love her,
Forever,
And grow up,
And old together,
And become one body and soul,
Me and you forever,
Smokin’ Rose.