Crowned

 You came to me bearing bright roses,
Red like the wine of your heart;
You twisted them into a garland
To set me aside from the mart.

Red roses to crown me your lover,
And I walked aureoled and apart.

Enslaved and encircled, I bore it,
Proud token of my gift to you.

The petals waned paler, and shriveled,
And dropped; and the thorns started through.

Bitter thorns to proclaim me your lover,
A diadem woven with rue.

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