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