The Rose Poem
I think you're quite handsome and have quite a flair,
Demeanor quite dashing with your silver hair,
Spontaneous combustion, and better by far,
Than even the finest Italian sports car.
I'm simply a poet, with no means or way,
That others so easily have every day,
I dream of the day when I'll be a bright star,
And a gem in your crown as I light your cigar.
But ever so humbly, I present a red rose,
That sparkles with dew as daylight brings prose,
A bright Texas lady is watching you dear,
And hoping that someday you just might appear.
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