Rhymed Prose

You’ve grown the most beautiful rose In this garden of delight Accept a little rhymed prose From your faithful knight You can wear it with suitable blouse In a shape of silver pendant A miniature silver house Must be absolutely resplendent Or in case you won’t be surprised With what I have to expose Give me a look most wise Call my poem a rhymed prose Maybe it was foretold In some children’s book, I suppose That one day I’ll come to this world With a reason for rhymed prose You laugh as the chapters go I smile, and the twilight grows Over the hills the sun sets low Leaves dance as the breeze blows.