You are the prettiest rose,
I would pick without hesitation,
The one I'd pick over thousands.
Your smile is the purest,
Innocent, without a hint of brute,
The only curve that makes me feel grand.
You are the words, I've been meaning to write,
The thought, I've been wishing to think,
You are the song, I've been longing to sing,
The smile, I've been praying to seek.
My Cup of TeaIt's about you.
By Pat Benito