Sweet the fragrance of the rose
Awakened of a dew-drenched morn.
Wafting on the summer air,
The fluttering of butterflies.
Sharp the contrast of your colors
On your canvas caped in green.
Bold announcement of your season,
Cornucopic for the eyes.
Delicate your tender blossom,
Velvet skin that must be touched.
Mistress to the sensual senses
Where no judgment need apply.
Champion to would-be lovers.
Staple of apology.
Sweetheart’s way to say ‘you’re mine’.
No excuse. No alibi.
Fairest rose in all my garden
We shall never say goodbye.
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