Oh sweet lover, a day has begun,
Meeting once more, she graces the sun.
She dons her jewels, the finest stones,
With sky’s sapphire blue, she brightly shone.
Brighter she shines, illuminates the view,
Her lover awaits, with nails painted hue.
In a garden of dreams where roses repose,
She steps forth in beauty, as evening closes.
Sewed on her, the Prettiest layer of roses,
Her beloved, one of hundreds who muses.
A lucky man, she knows he is,
Sprinkle of confidence, is all she needs.
