A Delicate Flower

~I’ve been the world all around

known beautiful women in every town~

~Yvonne in particular I must confess

is like picking a delicate flower I can’t resist~

~She hails from Munich Germany within

for her this very poem is being written~

~Like the Rose her smile blooms but in love

giving me the feeling of wanting of~

~The Lily long slender and dressed in white

is as her lengthy body built just right~

~Her eyes green like that of the Cone flower

stole my heart with their enchanting power~

~Her lips full and sweet like that of the Honey suckle

juices of her kiss likened to sugar there’s no rebuttal~

~Her heart is pure brings to light sensations

she blushes in the many colors of the Carnations~

~Like the Wild flower blowing in the wind

her beauty to there is no end~

~Her perfume lingers the scent of Cherry blossoms

and her skin softer than that of the best of Cotton~

~Like that which is radiant in the Morning Glory

her smiles fills my soul with but a love story~

~And as the Mistletoe the flower of affection

she seems to draw my total love and devotion~ 

~The perfect woman in every way 

beautiful as any flower on display~ 

~I will endeavor to tend to her every need and

cultivate her garden of flowery desire the best I can~ 

~Not to be picked as she is an endangered species

a delicate and precious flower in Germany~

Duke Sherman