Because There She Was Like an Image Under a Dogwood in Bloom by: Rob Paquin
I thought I saw Magenta But my mind told me it was pink And then I took another look And tried hard not to blink
Maybe there's some purple blended in with what I thought Maybe inside her flowing blonde There was a thing that I forgot
Maybe I should type some rhyme To tell her that she's sweet Maybe I should flirt with her And ask about her needs
Maybe she might message me Just to say hello Maybe I would take the chance To make a new rhyme flow
But yes, I see some purple Blended with the pink And maybe sweet Magenta Is more than she does think.
~The Snowdog
P.S. You are one of my longest tenured friends, and I wouldn't ever want you to think that I ever discount that or take it lightly. You are a beautiful woman with a beautiful soul.
