Her hair is dressed,
In roses,
Not quite sure how they got there,
Love must be her stylist,

In all her velvet poses,
Her hair is dressed in roses,
And I love her still,
She is warm and chill,

With love she can dance,
To any rhythm,
And her Beauty pulsates,
Like the Midnight stars,

Her hair dressed in roses,
Like a rainbow bouquet,
She is warm and chill,
And,
I love her still
Reynaldo Casison