There is a rose in the Andalucian wilderness,
She goes by the name Senorita de los Angeles.
Her eyes are ever open, her smile so glorious,
She has put upon me, a spell so sweetly.
That lustrous raven hair, sings to me of loving,
Her lips are so ripe, just like soft fruit.
But most of all, I notice once more,
Just how deeply her eyes, they penetrate my core.
Her way is of gentleness, I imagine her touch,
Caressing each and every part, with a loving attention.
Oh heavens could I, be blessed forever,
To kiss her sultry lips, and live behind her eyes..
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