De La Rosa


I see her down the brick street.
Made my heart skip a beat.
I ask, "what's your name?"
But she said, "excuse me babe."
And so the next day...

De La Rosa is the name.
"I'm sorry about yesterday."
Oh, that's okay.
The conversation continued.
And it took us far away...

Where are you from by the way?
De La Rosa is the place.
I look at her with confusion on my face.
And she says in Spanish...

"Si, De La Rosa."
La mas Hermosa.
"Te llevo para que lo reconozca."
And she took me to her place....

I fall in love with the aroma in her room.
Like flowers starting to bloom.
Heaven on earth.
A new life, a new birth.

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