Could you be my bride
And I walking free from the
Not so distant past tip-toe
To you with new glee
And pride?
Or am I to last
Forever watching and admiring
From the distance knowing
I propose you and you deny
Me?
Am I carried away by the beauty
You display with fine trimmed
Weather that says welcome
To every face and heart that begs peace
And your tender touch.
Your coloured flowers and dress befits all mind
While with unnoticed seduction
You invites all and sundry
Not caring the cost we surge
Forward hoping to win your hand.
The lucky win the race
And wedlocked to you find
Your firm smooth face
A friend.
