A Scarlet Rose

This rose

so red, my blood grows warm.

The touch of it,

I bet, is like the softness of flesh

and its smell

so fragrant

that it lures me in.

This aromatic harmony;

a scarlet passion.

How wonderful I feel

and how much I fear.

This rose

does not know how much I mourn

For I know

it has its hidden thorns

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