Thank The Stars Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Thank The Stars



Here he comes, my handsome one,
with eagerness to meet me.
Here I stand with outstretched hand
to accept the rose he brings me.

All doubts and fears disappear
now he is here to love me.
I know his kisses are sincere,
and I thank the stars above me.

There is no-one but he
How could there be?
For I'm his Red Rose of Tralee

July 2008

Friday, July 25, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: july,rose
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Joyce Hemsley

Joyce Hemsley

Portsmouth England
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