Take a rose by color, take it also by its scent
Compare it to your lover, it’s embrace its least extent.
A lily on a pond, a wall of darkest red,
Enjoy a rose as a rose itself, it presents to us instead.
Oh rose with beauty so intense, immaculate perseverance here I do pretend.
Take the thorn along your side, and grow to be my one and only selfless red reply.
I love your blossom tall and true, beyond the love so seldom through.
Please reach the sky with color as mischief minds will there discover.
And here remind, my one and only flower true.
My one and only lover, on this maiden midnight moon.
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What a beautiful metaphor for true love. The rose, perfection in and of itself, just by vitrue of its being. This was a joy to read!
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Very nicely penned. This poem explores the metaphor of lover and rose. Well done
There was half a sentance deleted from the end for some reason. Lol. I fixed it though with the edit.
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