Monsieur Arac H Nid

My petite blushing rose come turn your face towards me. Ignore yon flitting and buzzing pests silly dandies in black and yellow vests. I long to spring upon your long green stem dance amongst your soft and silky leaves I'd spin a sparkling web so sweet and fine then weave two cups of dew from which we'd dine. They will simply tease and rob you of your gold and adorn themselves of your fine riches. Then without so much as a thanks or care they'd desert you for other treasure scenting the air. They cannot need you or love you as my heart does for they already have another queen to return to. They are brazen, drunken fools that can't hold your wine or understand this ache so pure as ever will be mine. So cast but one glance toward this winsome beau and I can draw my last breath with joy. I'll spin us a heart of gossomer thread and dew for Monsieur Arac. H. Nid and his lady rose too! ©Jane Richer 16/03/2012