. . . AND YELLOW ROSES

Though morning sunlight is lovely
And perfect, it never poses
Any threat to beauty such as
Your sweet smile and yellow roses.

Though the music may be lovely
When a songwriter composes,
His melodies could not describe
Your sweet smile and yellow roses.

Though I must die, I fear not, for
I know heaven never closes
It’s gates to loveliness such as
Your sweet smile and yellow roses.

Sept. 25, 1981

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