Rose of Sharon
Sharon has a rose
Red as red untold
Wreathed within her locks
Of sandbar and gold
Cradled behind her ear
And left to her face
Crowning her temple
Full-blown in that vase
Flowered like her eyes
Fragrant in her nose
As moist as her lips
Her cheeks red as that rose
Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2006
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