Lost in your virgin eyes
The rose is delicate and bright
She stands tall and she is queen
The sky is her castle
But who is her king?
Heaven falls like a gentle rain
One heart fills the empty mysteries
Two hearts make everything fine
Love is ever so rare
In the arms of a devoted lover
She travels alone on her bicycle
Selling hearts and flowers
My god the virgin is alive!
The streets are full of revelry
And our minds are full of gold
Leaving behind the past that is dust
A simple poem is bittersweet
A flower or two always seizes the day
With so much mercy in the air.
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Author:
Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 22nd, 2026 23:05
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