The Rose
In what name or blend
is sweet to behold
In fragrance unique,
teasing and alluring
In freedom from
strife, beloved and dear
Irritated reel,
twitchy as nutty like thunder
The rose is a
creation well poised
Self sufficient to
bloom to all admirers
With thorns as
protection for beseeching hands
Only the careful and
caring invited to pluck
So, when rose is seen
standing afar alone
Do not for once think
she does in despair
For the hunger that
feeds on her beauty
Troubles her with too
a relentless longing
The world in its
guise is filled by pretenders
And the rose full of acumen
sensibly knows
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