Like petals of a rose not fully formed
Arranged, tightly knit and barely scented.
Love, that's appertaining to some magic
That's the kind of charm makes all bees frantic.
Such innocents bewitches hearts of men
A long slender neckline - equestrienne
Looking pale skinned and fine in black jodhpurs…
Setting hearts racing for loving favours.
Not body sprayed all over hard-core types
Mudpack-faces that plastic archetype
Dusk to dawn, with one hand a pompadour.
'Not that kind of women all hearts race for'.
Men want feisty yet a little demure
Not full of slap, heads full of manure.
Not some loud female barbershop quartet
A rose of some graces - we want to procure
Love eternally for twos duet.
Mark Heathcote
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rose-of-some-graces/
