As roses go
Beauty many can claim
But none so beautiful
As one that bears her name
For her smile
Can embarrass the sunrise
Make the stars jealous
Envious of her eyes
Her voice soft and true
Of comforting warm heart
Her mid-western drawl
Hooks you from the start
My own heart she stole
More than fifty years ago
Though just a boy
At fourteen I told her so
A rose of beauty certain to
Hold your concentration
Appropriately named
Rose of Sharon
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