What tender beauty lays before me... I call her my English Rose lips red like petals and as soft earthen eyes I could sink into breathless I look on captivated if only I could bathe in her scent lay my head upon her bosom and sleep against the softest skin how beautiful my English rose how strong this feeling pines at my thoughts into my soul here is a beauty unlike any other tenderly sweet before my eye I could hold this picture forever and forever love my English rose