A Rose so sweet
With delicate petals
Of velvet
Grown on a bush So sharp with thorns Deadly Sweet
As I grasp the stem blood trickles down my hand
But the aroma floats so gently into the Sweetened air like sugar So sweet
But thorns impale So easily
But, as all life continues its cycle
and everything dies
The rose I hold is eternal
And it is all mine
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