June is here, again.
Early summer has arrived.
Roses start to bloom.
Exotic smell more distinct in late evening.
A bush of roses, red roses
A bouquet of english roses for michelle ma belle
A red sharifa asma for the one with the sad eyes
Here are my roses for you on your most important day in your life beautiful one, said he
alas, it can only be seen by the naked eyes not meant to be hold upon her bosom
But, the thoughts that count, wise man said
My flying kiss for you dear good friend
Not meant to be soul mate
Only meant to be an owl wondering at night
Looking down that lonely long and twisting road