A dozens roses for a princess
A dozen roses and some kisses
these roses sent to you in poetry
are meant to show you how I feel
The first I found in January
reminds me of your sweet smiling
The second I picked in February
holds your beauty so genuinely
The one named March is so fair
but does not match your lovely hair
Then found April, months before June
it's for the nights we spent dancing on the moon
And yes this slender one found in May
holds the grace of how to the music you swayed
And here little June for longer it'll stand
to tell you how much I long to hold your hand
July's another month I found little August
holding memories of our beautiful days now past
It came with a twin, a cute little rose
speaking of happiness and what our future holds
While I thought of you, just one lone September
I found this lovely rose
and your eyes I remembered
Then bought October with colours wild and true
speaking of the young free untamed spirit in you
But on one November when I said I'll be gone
I bought back this rose I'd found all alone
it grew by a bush of woodsberry thorns
surrounded in a place where beauty was all gone
in all the ugliness I admired it's neatness
it's petals and thorns
speaking of it's uniqueness
and right then I saw, you in it all
how you really turn out to be so special.
Oh, finally comes December,
a time when roses don't grow.
Well I found this rose, and you .....
outshine them all. |
