Roses and champagne
Those pouty lips are buds of red roses
Love pours from her eyes like sparkling champagne
Kiss her gently to show her what love is
Then hold her tight as love does not feign!
Embrace her soft hands as we talk awhile
Her beauty holds me at her finger tips
Words spoken by her tongue are never vile
Her mouth does make me kiss those rose red lips!
The sun pale compared to her glowing smile
As I deem her wishes my wish to deign
Then famish her lips like roses grown wild
And drink from her eyes like sparkling champagne!
How gentle my soul when love imposes...
Toast to sparkling champagne and red roses!