Mary Smiles - Copyright (C) 4/18/09 by Dan Sharpe.
A rose for Mary, despite its thorns,
its crimson hue, her cheek adorns.
I lay it down upon her breast,
she meekly sighs, and takes her rest.
Mary smiles so serenely,
as her soft eyes gaze up at me,
she takes my hand so lovingly,
no rose can match her fair beauty.