An English rose stands 6ft tall
Beaming from the sunshine above
Other flowers begin to fall
Just like the flowering red rose
You stand out in the ordinary crowd
Your beauty refined and so obvious to me
Walking with you I feel so proud
The rose admired by all who pass
Mesmerised by its red petal
Your eyes a permanent glowing sparkle
For me, I hope, you settle
A garden is never a true garden
Without the flower that you chose
What would it take from little old me?
For you to be my English rose
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