Milan Poem by K.B Thunderel

Milan is a red rose, springing up in june
a melody sweetly played to tune
sweet coffee, sipped from a tea spoon
NO...
A fantasy, a trip to the moon
I think she is flirty, unlike june
like a gypsy, she whines to a tune
with eyes of a disney, character of a 'toon
NO...
She is perfect, i'll make her mine soon
catchy she is, and am stuck on her like glue
the much i love her, she has no clue
but she is sweet to me, and sends non-verbal cue
YES...
To up my game and her heart pursue
to your advice friend, i cease to listen hitherto
and if you persist, the friendship will discontinue
i know she likes me, lets not argue
YES...
She does, and am taking my chances, loving her true