Every head turns as she enters the room.
The lights flash off the silver rose at her neck
Her liquid brown eyes reflect
The firey passion you know burns within her soul.
The music pounds in your ears,
She takes to the stage.
She commands you to watch
Just by nodding her head in your direction.
Be prepared to melt.
The Indian Rose has Arrived.
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Date: 2006-10-17 06:33 am (UTC)From:And I covet your rose necklace. I may have to find some one to make me a similar one..
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Date: 2006-10-17 06:38 am (UTC)From:But may be she can..
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Date: 2006-10-17 07:41 am (UTC)From: (Anonymous)