She smells the rose

At the tip of her nose

As soon as she saw the rose

This made her feelings grow

All of her blood rushed to her head

He is always on her mind

They make love all over the bed

That is how they love to spend their time

Her hands all over his chest

They love so deep they don’t get enough rest

At dinner he gets down on one knee

Her hands over her mouth “Oh my gosh it’s going to be me!”