Red rose divine with your forever thorns,
on bed of green, in timeless reverie;
Your petals are still beautiful at dawn,
But not for long, so frail your earthly spree.
Your charming eloquence beseeched my soul,
The virgin velvet spelled unbroken vow;
Your incandescent glamour took me whole
and ever graceful was your silent bow.
We found each other through your mystic charm,
A symbol of our souls' unspoken truce;
Alas, we failed to hear your soft alarm,
Your petals died, as our discarded youth.
Red rose, your wisdom will transcend the Time,
All wrapped in passion, clover, sage and rhyme.
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