Gift of the Rose
I know my heart doth feel,
This thing called love so real,
What should I do to capture the eye,
Of the one so fair as a bright morning sky.
My hands tremble, my legs shake,
For I’ve never dared my love to make,
Revealed to her that she should see,
My heart laid bare, my emotion set free.
So, I plot and I divine and I plan,
To show my love in a manner so grand,
Yet not too much to scare my love away,
Only enough for her to notice, I pray.
And as I see the course I must take,
It is one so clever, one she’ll not mistake,
For her it will be just right, with no room to suppose,
It will the perfect give for my love, a beautiful red rose.
~ Est. 1998