The English Rose
The English Rose is known to all
Her loveliness and gentle grace
She sits in splendour to enthrall
Her skin so soft her scent a trace
In gardens here and far beyond
The English Rose looks like a queen
The rose, the land, they have a bond
She grows so fair and so serene
The lad in love he drifts on by
He looks with longing at the Rose
He holds his own and gives a sigh
This beauty with her many beaus
Ah Rose dear Rose you\'re so divine
I dream and wish that you are mine.
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I googled sonnets after reading the beautiful poems by Robert and Teddy. I am trying to write different types of poems by reading those by MPS poets.