My Rose
My Rose
Perfection
Beautiful in face
Wonderful in mind
Passionate in heart
Embracing in soul
My sweetheart
My perfect mate
My Ali
The Bard Wrote
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
INSPIRATION
INSPIRATION
My Rose
I compare you with a soft red rose.
You are more lovely and more sweet.
Winds may blow away your perfumed nose,
Still I caress your petals in the heat.
Sometimes too hot the passion of your touch,
And blinding the golden light you shine.
Yet every time I look upon your face,
I know you are perfection and all mine.
I pray our love always goes uncut,
And let your bloom forever be my sign.
For only death will finally cut us down,
And merge our spirits, lights to shine.
So long as blackbirds sing and roses grow,
With Alison my seeds of love I'll sow
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My Yorkshire Rose
My Yorkshire Rose
Always
Always
Always
Beautiful Ali
Past, present and future
Nothing changes that
Freckles
Freckles
and upturned nose
Sweet disposition
and sunny outlook
Pretty and cute
Smart as a whip
and challenging to boot
Mother of our children
Comforter of all
My best friend
The love of my live
My sweet girl
My Alison
Gloria Ali
Gloria Ali
Winter Week
In London
Consort to my queen
Carrying bags
Acquiring gifts
Giving them away
Waiting for her return
In expectation
Hugs and kisses
And other honors
Gloria Ali