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It sits when she sits
Stands when she stands
A form; A flow
Sitting pretty as a rose

Her lines are hemmed in,
Her Skirt surrounds,
A wrap around
So pretty this Purple Rose

One line runs North and South
Above my hearts desire
More lines run East and West
Surrounding such shapely knees

Her Dress sings her art
A wayward creation
So artfully designed
This song of the purple Rose

It sings her body electric
A bodice so slight
So perfect under its light
Singing, dancing within this purple rose

For Love comes in many colors,
All for my eyes to see
It comes in many flavors
Always something to taste and tease

Yet it moves as she moves
Walking within my dreams
Enfolded within my arms
This purple rose within my dreams