My Spanish Rose

Within a field of dandelions
grew a Spanish Rose
Not knowing of her beauty
so the story goes

She wished for a models body
blue eyes and long blond hair
Statuesque and elegant
wealth beyond compare

She did not see her uniqueness
or the love she had to give
The beauty shining from within
or the caring life she lived

She thought she was a dandelion
out in the field alone
If only she could see herself
how she blossomed and had grown

I watch this beauty from afar
and one day pray she knows
She is the loveliest of them all
my heart my Spanish Rose

Midi Playing....Sweet Melody by Aimee