A PINK ROSE IN BLOOM
She was like a pink rose in bloom
As she drifted into the room
She was totally unaware
Of my alluring stare
A glass of Chardonnay, she quickly consumed
I walked over and offered my name
Unassuming, I thought she do the same
She was quick to decline
Said I was wasting my time
And she turned and left the way she came
Well, she left me in scorn
And feeling a little forlorn
My dad would say, if you meddle
Sniff a rose's pedals
She always reminds you she has thorns
Author: Timothy B. Thayer
04/30/2010
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