Unobtrusive Sun

Withered Rose

Mother, Madam,
Fairest friend
I cannot break my bond of thee
Evermore when earth impose
To suffer you no sanctity

Judgement hath no place betwixt
For here stand two the same benign
Squandered in unlearned pursuits
To carry on in blithe sublime

But tender is my heart to thee
Where choice no proposition shows
For vexed I be if so neglect
You thornless, withered Rose

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