She could have been the
Most delicate ROSE.
But a ROSE nonetheless
She was a BEAUTY
I suppose, a WINSOME ROSE
She was intrinsically mine.
By elaborate design
I awoke to a beauty
Well defined and quite DEVINE
OH YES regal and refined
Gazing upon her ESSENCE.
THERE, one thousand SUMMERS young.
No ordinary ROSE.
Gentle snowflakes and perfumes.
Every tender petal was
An obvious tribute to her true beauty.
Lovely and overwhelming.
I have already said a life time
And still can not say enough
I was consumed with FEVERISH devotion
How PROFOUND a perfect ROSE.
A FLAMING BEAUTY I resound.
A precious joy
I have FOUND.
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Precious joy! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.