A Pretty Red Rose
My lover sent me a pretty red rose,
Knowing it is my favorite bloom.
He is the most considerate of beaus.
I held it with its fragrance to my nose.
The lovely scent seemed to fill up the room.
My lover sent me a pretty red rose.
A slow sniff tingled me from head to toes.
Petals are perfect, there's no need to groom.
He is the most considerate of beaus.
I love the gorgeous flower that he chose.
It truly makes my lovesick heart go boom.
My lover sent me a pretty red rose.
I dream of him and rose when my eyes close.
My rose will comfort me when troubles loom
He is the most considerate of beaus.
I pinned it to the collar of my clothes,
The rose so red it penetrates the gloom.
My lover sent me a pretty red rose.
He is the most considerate of beaus.
Written 6/18/16
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