The true beauty of an English Rose
Like a majestic stained-glass window,
Through a kaleidoscope, of a million colours
That sparkle and shine with the midday sun
With the nighttime, darkness sets in
The true beauty comes forth from within.
Only there’s a flicker of candlelight,
And glistens upon her hazel eyes
That comes through a beautiful haze
Through the curtains, that opens up the soul
From a beauty that’s so bright
Like the moon so far away.
And brightens up any room
That’s filled to the four corners
Until there’s no more space,
From which the seams can take no more
And flows out like a thousand rivers of gold
Towards the treasures richly deserved.
