A Yellow Rose

the way she glides across the floor
even when we're not dancing

she leaves me here wanting more
I hope she is not just passing

she likes to dance and play guitar
I love to watch her soft eyes

she doesn't sing at least not so far
but I bet her voice would bring out cries

I wish badly to hold her close
but she doesn't really know me that well

maybe I should buy her a yellow rose
maybe she would kiss but not tell

Gomer LePoet...