Amidst wild roses that bloom

With colors as chameleon

You stand a gentle lily

Blooming tender without gloom

Name all my compare silly,

call me a ready stallion.

True, you are a tender lily

And my words are not for willy.

As the sun, your smile charms bright

Thy eyes twinkling as stars.

Lovely and tender thy lips,

your skin glistens and glossy right.

Your cheek with dimples as mars

Flourishing, even thy hips.

A tender lily so rare,

You stand out without compare.