Rosebud

"Rosebud"

Freckles, you blossomed into a wild rose
From the little Tom Boy who had a stick horse

With the tom boy inside you competed with the boys
You had grown wild with a hot temper

From that little wild bud to such a beautiful rose.
Your smile is so sweet my eyes are captured

You still have a temper and little freckles
The red of your hair touches my soul

Although you will always be tenderly naive
I will love my wild rose, my red headed angel

Through the seasons that pass in my heart
I will treasure you rose never to part

By...Kings