You are a Lady
Her cheeks are like
A blushing cloud,
That sweeps across
The sky so proud.
And scintillating
Is that smile,
That makes you
Want to linger awhile.
The air is dizzy
With her scent,
From one so sweet
And innocent.
She's a lady
Of many parts,
A scrambler, a rambler
With many sweethearts.
A lady of many
Colours and shade,
In Tea and Floribunda,
She loves to serenade.
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