My Rose Lou

I compare thy love to a rose,

its finest smell

too great for my nose

thy could take me to hell.  


With thee I could even end up in heaven.

Thou art my leader.

Thyself takes me where I've never before been. 

With you, here present in my heart, I will never need a heater. 


My home has space for two.

What is mine can be for you

my bed even too. 

Just for my beautiful Lou.


So I ask: Will you marry this poor man?

Will thee give me thou's hand? 



This is about love.


This poem is about love. 

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