When took a shower of dew one night,
The heart found a pinkish flower so close,
That the soul had to move and give a place,
Is it a rose flower or it’s His face?
Lust has modified in pink soft petals,
Odor is stolen from the fairy lands,
Veil green is hiding the svelte from hands,
Enough for melting the ethical metals,
Aurora is crying she has lost her charms,
Amazing beauty in the green hard arms!
A message of love to vibrating bosom,
By the naughty winds who touched the rose,
To spread her charms and to come some close,
You are also a bud destined to blossom,
To become a lovely beautiful flower,
You’ll have to take a wet night shower.