Thank God For Pink Roses!

Pink roses bloomed outside her home, the true love of my life, Her lips as sweet as honeycomb, yet would she be my wife? She tended roses tenderly, no wonder that they grew, Yet if she showed such love for me, I know that I would, too. That's why I sort of walked on by, beyond her garden wall And thus enthused with, 'My, oh, my! They're like a miracle! I envy you such roses there, my roses aren't that fine... If only you could come and care... Please, please, come visit mine! ' And so she came, left all behind, to check my roses out... And then she pruned all things entwined, to leave more room about... That's how my roses grew so well, pink roses just like hers, The rest of course, no need to tell, to those whom love occurs... My lady love has taken root, inside my very heart, Now both of us are quite astute, such that each plays their part... I've learnt to prune with happiness, I've learnt how to enhance, I've learnt all my wife's ways to bless... Now we both talk to plants! Denis Martindale January 2018.