There may not be roses for every day,
And smiles may not always be coming your way,
But given the chance, I would just like to say
I’d like to make you smile if only I may.
My words are not roses, for those I could buy,
And yet may they please you, but not make you cry.
You’ve made me feel happy, and I’d like to try
To show you those feelings, but please don’t ask why.
There’s so much emotion expressed in my prose.
It’s often unnoticed, for nobody knows
The things I am feeling, though sometimes it shows,
And if you look deeply, then you’ll find the rose.
July 25, 1989
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