I never did say you were like a rose
Though whim perhaps invoked a fragrant flower,
Posies impress with beauty, I suppose
Where common stems might seem a little dour;
I would, of course, have sought some simile
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 still my words did form a small bouquet
Of heartfelt verse arranged to so enthrall
You with my love, with little more to say;
I bound these lines together with a string
Of simple truth, sweet happiness to bring!

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