“What’s in a name?" Juliet asks Romeo...
“That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet...”
My Southern Magnolia is nothing like a thorny rose...
Her blossoms are of a breathtaking treat...

Her beauty and splendor often attract all the others...
Her fragrant blossoms last through the Spring and Summer...
There’s no ending of love for my Southern Magnolia...
While constantly battling the curious newcomer...

Her lemon and vanilla fragrance are of a Southern nectar...
It’s her velvet skin I caress with quiet detail...
As she presses her soft body against mine...
Her extended limbs are sturdy, yet frail...

As I trace her beautiful blossom...
She gently purrs as if she’s having a thrilla...
It’s then when I taste her sweet Southern nectar...
With her soft hints of lemon and vanilla...

I love my Southern Magnolia...
With all her beauty, sweet smell and grace...
It’s hard to imagine a life without her...
She’s in my heart, my thoughts and my embrace...

© 2020 Jeffrey Pipes Guice