ROSE WITHOUT A NAME

Those sparkling eyes, so soft and clear.
A man should feel he’s blessed
Just to be near,

That smile, so lovely. To be seen
With her would cause a man
To feel serene.

That wondrous glow about her face
Makes her seem so unique,
Not commonplace.

That lovely rose without a name,
So beautiful and yet
So hard to claim.

Jan. 22, 1991

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