To call a rose by any other name
Could never do justice to you
To see you name there in the frame
Makes my heart go out to you…
A rose as fair, perfumed to perfection
The palest yellow petals that glow
Make my heart beat as though with infection
My temperature it raises so.
So Mystic lady I ask you this one time
If I were a boy, rich, strong and tall
Would you then be my valentine?
And we can leave now, and sod them all.
Entry for Mystic Roses' contest: Be my Valentine