The Pink Rose
A
blush of pink shines upon her head,
A
beauty new with much ahead.
A
blush of pink dances in her eyes,
Not to
anyone’s surprise.
A
blush of pink touches her cheeks,
Betraying
the fact that she’s meek.
A
blush of pink hides within her smile,
Not
denying that she’s really wild.
A
blush of pink graces her lips,
Inviting
that very first kiss.
A
blush of pink that catches any gaze,
A
soothing moment within each day.
A
blush of pink that is a rose,
Her
fragrance bewitching everyone she knows.
Marc
W. George
August
7th, 1994
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