You rise up in the morning
Like a rose that has nine lives
Turn into a carnation
When the rose inside you dies
You don’t need to be a beauty
Or a dresser who brings out sighs
What you want is sweet tenderness
A man whose poems make you cry
I’m here to sing you poetry
To hold you through your darkest nights
To make you laugh when all seems lost
And give you hope that you’re alright
Try to hold on til the morning
As I write this out with your tears
You have always been most worthy
Of a life with love all these years
By Mike Foster
