I never did say you were like a rose
Though oft perhaps invoked some fragrant flower,
Posies impress with beauty, I suppose
Where common blooms might seem a little dour;
I did, of course, reach for some simile
To capture how I felt and what I thought
Knowing you might think it pure flattery
And in some way that you were being bought —
Of course that isn’t true, not true at all,
Yet still my words did form a small bouquet
Of heartfelt thoughts arranged to so enthrall
You with my love, having nothing more to say;
I bound these words together with a string
Of simple truth, sweet happiness to bring!
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