I never did say you were like a rose,
Though thought, perhaps, invoked a fragrant flower,
Posies impress with beauty, I suppose,
Where common blooms might seem a little dour;
The queen of flowers, an apt analogy
To capture how I felt and what I thought,
Quite knowing you might think it flattery—
That in some way your charms were being bought .
Of course that isn’t true—not true at all,
Yet hope did style in words, a small bouquet
Of heartfelt verse arranged to so enthrall
You with my love, having trifles but to say;
I bound these lines together with a string
Of simple truth to mark the joy you bring!

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