Rococo Girl Rococo Girl

How I love you so

The scent of love blooms from your hair and hands

The skirt of your gown spinning around you in a dance

A spiral of tease and secrets

Your dark curls lustrously shining in the candlelight

Warm hands that are mine to cherish

Coy face flirtatiously glancing from behind your fan

Oh how you captivate me Rococo girl

You should not love me Rococo

For you, I will perish Rococo

I am yours

Rococo Girl Rococo Girl