Rhymed Prose
You’ve grown the most beautiful rose
In this garden of delight
Accept a little rhymed prose
From your faithful knight
You can wear it with suitable blouse
In a shape of silver pendant
A miniature silver house
Must be absolutely resplendent
Or in case you won’t be surprised
With what I have to expose
Give me a look most wise
Call my poem a rhymed prose
Maybe it was foretold
In some children’s book, I suppose
That one day I’ll come to this world
With a reason for rhymed prose
You laugh as the chapters go
I smile, and the twilight grows
Over the hills the sun sets low
Leaves dance as the breeze blows.
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