17-The English Rose Sonnet Poem by Anthony D Bailey

For Annie S

Thou art perhaps not quite an English rose,
Yet thou hath all the passion of such blood,
With pride thou bears the honour it bestows
To defend this island against the flood.
But thou art an English rose to mine eyes,
For in thy company my heart doth stir;
And pride of three lions within this guise,
Is powered by thy beauty and temper.
If called to guard this life and England;
St George could not rouse in me such ardour,
As would thy rose like perfume upon hand
And cause our foes to tremble and cower.
If thy heart to England is proud and true
Equally is mine to England and you.

(August 09)