A Keeper
A friend of mine, I love a lot
She doesnt even know
That when I think upon her face
It sets my heart aglow
Outwardly, her beauty true is
Plain for all to see
But inwardly, her gentle soul
Is what entices me
Intelligence and beauty is
A fatal combination
Like Cupids arrow through my heart
Becomes infatuation
She knows now who she is, Im sure
The finest English rose
My secret crush has been revealed
Id love to curl her toes ;-)
(welcome back)
5 Comments:
If only I were more astute, I too might know the rose. Isn't it grand.
By garrysouders, Mar 07 09 9:24 PM
Infatuation is a cruel but lovely mistress, Garry. Once 'smitten', twice 'high'. LOL
By bobcat88, Mar 07 09 10:10 PM
Gallant men with words at their command - what a fatal combination for the heart to withstand. *sigh.....
By jordandog, Mar 08 09 9:01 AM
I'm sure that toes are well and truly curled. Whoever she may be! xx
By midsomerval, Mar 08 09 4:15 PM
Good one again,Bob,and I know the "English Rose" loved it.
ox
By Joybaby, Mar 12 09 6:10 PM