O carioca e a rosa branca

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Fragrant is the smell of your hair,
Enchanting like a white Rose fair,
Lover's night bloom with your gentle touch,
In the moon glow, I feel so much.

Precious as gems, your hazel eyes,
Ensnaring me with your sweet guise,
A passionate embrace, a tender sigh,
Romanticism's essence, cannot deny.

Aching heart, hurt by your flame,
Unspoken words, unexpressed shame,
Journeying on this path of desire,
On wings of love , we soar higher.

Endless passion, like the rising sun,
A feel that grows, never done,
Undying lust, forevermore,
Our hearts intertwined, to our core.

"your name here", my love divine,
Eternal bliss, in your arms I find,
Enchanting magic, we shall keep,
Our love forever, in our hearts deep.

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