Ms Red Rose
From germination, a seed spreads into a flower;
A beauty queen blooms to bedazzle the senses ;
Her oval shaped hip bares sweet smelling fruits;
Her Long slender stems lend a tall structure;
Nominated as the flower of the hearts,
The apple of the eyes,
A prominent star awaiting to be plucked;
But wait a minute, a voluptuous rose bares sharp thorns?;
Evidently, a defensive wall capable of drawing blood;
Has a flower's beaming optimism evolved to became fallacious?
Or was she more than often delivered to broken promises;
The ills to thy red shaped heart she so long mourned;
The injustice done to thy unconditional love thou shalt know;
Heaven hath no rage, like love turn'd to hatred;
Nor Hell hath no sharp thorns, like a flower scorned;
Do handle her wisely so not to gash red;
Scars suggests that thy have bled;
A slave enternally to her sweet aroma;
Forever more in a love lust coma;
This is a curious and mystical case of a gorgeous red rose
By Hussein Farah
Written 12/22/2011
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