This peach is pink with such a pink
As suits the peach divinely;
The cunning colour rarely spread
Fades to the yellow finely;
But where to spy the truest pink
Is in my Love's soft cheek, I think.
The snowdrop, child of windy March,
Doth glory in her whiteness;
Her golden neighbours, crocuses,
Unenvious praise her brightness!
But I do know where, out of sight,
My sweetheart keeps a warmer white.
This Peach Is Pink With Such A Pink
Norman Rowland Gale
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Poem topics: child, white, march, soft, golden, colour, yellow, spread, love, I love you, pink, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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