My Dear Rosalind

My Dear Rosalind

Your eyes is so young as sunlight, it burns your spirit

of beauty and compassion, all that love you'll

conquered for, its worth a single white horseman cloud

from the heavy duty sky, Rosalind's heart will be

jump start to the tickling wind of fate and goodness and

greatness, your lips was attached in thunderous of flash

and splash onto the Lightning bolt, her beauteous was

like a delicious flower of sunshine as little and big, those

and these hands were long like the tree branches and

trunks too, oh my dear Rosalind, your kind spirit as dreamy

as honey mustard, your cheek was so pale, how gorgeous

it will be, the bride you'll never seen before, she's the

passionate one, magnificent beauty and growth and grew

and rebirth as a woman to be

Written by

Michael James Brindley

6-15-16