Red Rose

The man kissed her hand
Bowed and handed her that love
The love called Rose
The Red rose

The thorns for the beauty
To make her protected , secured
Still plucked and given
The beauty of the Redness

The slender stem...
The petals so smooth
The glow of dark redness
the fragrance so deep

The lastness of a day
The beauty getting darker
The fusion of the love
The loved ones beloved gift

The petals plucked out
The skin damaged
The flower spoiled
And torn and tired

You my beauty , My Red Rose
The pale and the dead
The half broken and kept
To be seen as a clown
To the world

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