Pink Rose
The rift
They say comes from deep
within.
But I beg to differ
Isn’t pink a compromise between
red and white?
At times even slightly
approaching lavender?
So why should it not
make a concession?
An indulgence
A consideration for the niceties
of the heart.
Dear pink alloy
So pure yet so imprudent.
Or is it that the alloy which was
refuses to acknowledge the alloy
which could become?
How my heart yearns for
your sweet fragrance!
Spread your petals and
Bid me inhale.
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