Lady Rosanne Ran into Sir Damien
At the royal regatta in Cayenne.
Strangers, acquaintances, friends, lovers.
A love so red that made the most crimson rose blush.
An affair of the hearts which was also kept hush hush.
Lovers, consort, parents, and grandparents.
31 summers later oblivious again
With their house masse-en
At Cayenne.
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