I do ponder,
About your grandeur,
Your presence, indeed a sight of wonder;
Those tender hairlocks,
Like some petalflocks,
Floating in grace as the wind blows;
Staring in your eyes,
Time just flies,
Your gaze has my soul baptize;
That voice so mellow,
A true angel with halo,
And I’m a believer, so I follow;
Her radiance glows,
And so I propose:
Won’t you be my Mexican Rose?
-Cherokee of the East
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