red as blood, red as hot, red as fast,
My sillouette rose of beauty, beauty last
Grow your way of virtue tall,
reaching leaves to wanting calls,
and berevity from a viney path,
my reddist rose, of love you have.
your thorns they tear, the skin so fair,
and twist along your curl.
up into the deepest rain,
the drop that falls,
upon and bloomed it all.
Your brilliance has unfurled
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Quite a description of the flower. Very nicely and poetically done.
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