A Rose for my Love…

Deserving of more, is my love,

Subservient to the core, is my love,

Never am I a chore, says my love,

Even when I do snore, she is my love…

Both drawn & love the shore, are we in love,

My heart surely does so perfectly soar, with my love,

When we travel and go to explore,

We do so in perfect harmony, yes the best rapport…

So before I end this poem of yore,

I must say, yes she has been mine way before,

Any others for, I thought of her so many times, yes galore,

She is my heart, my soul, my very essence of internal décor,

I must admit that my love, I adore,

Yes, we fit like a glove, I am most assuredly sure…

                © ed – 3/18/04