When the smell of a white rose

My heart is calm

I feel that your desire

He breathes with cherubic peace

I feel that floral love

What is flowing through your veins?

It still stands out to me

Our first heavenly evening.

You picked a white rose

He left it in his hair

You say you are not my scent

He never forgot.

I'm not keeping the rose either

In a notebook of memories

The fragrance spreads everywhere

I sing happy and loved