So you love an English man
You heard about his home
You’ve seen the gardens of Pavlovsk
Imagined the palaces of Rome
I think that I should warn you
An English garden is not that way
You can walk around it in a minute
You don’t need to take all day
There’s something else that you should know
It shouldn’t put you off
His arm is strong like English oak
And he’s more alive than a Romanov!
He may not have such riches,
Jewels, money and land
But all he has he would give
To win your tender hand!
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Sounding right of purpose....Honesty is the best policy. Again a very good write. Thank a lot. Virginia