Can you be described as a bunch of flowers?
Of course you can, cos I have the powers.
Hair from Vidal, streaks of yellow daffodil,
Don’t come so cheap, as I’ve seen the bill
Skin you tan on sun bed, high power,
Please turn it down, you'll whither sunflower.
Face so pretty, compared to a rose,
No bits protruding, apart from your nose.
Hour glass figure, you look so dam swell,
Reminds me of Springtime, a first time bluebell.
My love for you, is an evening primrose,
Goes on forever, it grows and it grows.
Nothing can part us, no not even greed.
Your planted in my heart, the eternal seed.
copyright 2009 Mark Curtis
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