Ann Rea Monica
A pretty rose you are for me,
No one can surpass your stellar beauty,
Nice eyes and lustrous lips,
Reddish cheeks and alluring hips,
Encourage me to create this verse,
And the passion of love it bears;
Monica, I beg hear me calling,
Oh, please cease my great longing,
Neglect it or not and I will accept,
It's from my heart crying in the depth,
'Coz you're the reason why here I stay,
And I will love you in special way...