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English Rose
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English Rose

what tender beauty lays before me
I call her my English rose
lips red like petals and as soft
earthen eyes I could sink into
breathless I look on captivated
if only I could bathe in her scent
lay my head upon her bosom
and sleep against the softest skin
how beautiful my English rose
how strong this feeling pines
at my thoughts into my soul
here is a beauty unlike any other
tenderly sweet before my eye
I could hold this picture forever
and forever love my English rose

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Comments (2)

brilliant penning Amanda
Gaia, loving this! A real good start, an epiphany for teenagers everywhere. Well done, keep writting!