Trees of Paradise
The trees of Paradise are your hair:
You are the great red young rose of the worlds.
You are the queen of the north of big hearts.
You are the sun of happy life and Romance.
I am the only young angel of Universe
You are the Oxygen of the earth.
Your hair is the capitals dress.
Her lips are the University of apples.
Her hair is the trees of Paradise.
I bought five million countries.
From the north of her cheeks soil.
I plant them watermelons and corn.
For the cure of broken hearts she was born.
Written by Abdellatif Ahmed Fouad.