By: Joshua A. Apolonio
She is the red rose of all virgins,
The woman a man could choose.
My lady, the mermaid without fins,
You’re gorgeous, not a duck, but a goose.
You make all of the elders young.
Your beauty is one and unique.
My lady, you are a song that needs to be sung.
Sweet child, you've been the one I've picked.
Lady in red, your cape makes me love you.
For red is love, and you are the cape.
My lady, I am willing to give my all to you.
You are a goddess; you’ll not be led to rape.
Your tender lip is a bed of roses.
Whenever I see you, I hear a deafening silence.
My lady, my woman, you’re a sweet caress,
To those for you who give love that are immense.
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