The Haughty Young Rose Of The Town

Her with the beautiful brown eyes and shoulder length wavy golden hair
A blooming young rose of the old town than her there is none so fair
Oh but she knows she is pretty and when she is walking the street
She seems to say the least haughty and never a pleasure to meet
Her beauty is only visual true beauty more than skin deep
Though some of the young males of the town on thinking of her losing sleep
But she feels no desire for to know them their losing of sleep due to her all in vain
That love and admiration does need to be mutual to them someone ought to explain
She too will fall for someone in a big way though no interest on her he may display
Love always has to be mutual it never works in one way
Conceited women can be picky and on the shelf are often left
They grow old conceited and single and of love in their lives bereft
Golden wavy hair to her shoulders and beautiful eyes of light brown
Oh but she does feel conceited the haughty young rose of the town.