I've come to pluck a red rose
that in your beautiful garden grows
which never has been plucked before
so lovelier than any other
she unleashes the mien of mine
a true flower your papa got
not with tirade of sinful ostentation
am in love with your daughter
not to worry of trepidation of our relations
because the grimace on my face
turns felicitous on seeing her
a true flower your papa got
@breell
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