One day I took the train,
Across from me was a girl.
When I saw her, my heart did a twirl,
For I knew she was the one.
I ventured near to her,
And asked her name.
Said the fine dame,
Her name was Rose.
Ah, what a beautiful name,
Is the name Rose.
When I hear that name my heart glows,
As bright as the sun.
Alas though,
She got off at the next stop.
And my heart did flop,
For never again did I see her.
To this day,
When I look at a rose, my heart cries.
And I look to the skies,
Wondering, wondering, what became of Rose.
(i thought of this myself and had no help do you like it?)
2006-06-06
03:25:51
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Sammy Hagar
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