Sweet Rose

Written by: Charles Clive

Oh dearest sweet Rose, my love for you grows as warm as the sun in summertime glows. Elegance, fragrance around you it flows, from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. Oh Rose, can’t you see what you mean to me? You fill all my life from sky to the sea; look how I worship you, down on my knee. Oh dearest sweet Rose, give ear to my plea? Oh Rose, do you know just how I can show my passion on fire, my heart all a-glow? And yet you insist in making blood flow with a thorn in my thumb, you mean so-and-so! ~