Sweetbriar

Having sharp teeth yet she does not eat with these Love and beauty hidden as she rises from the heaths The fragrance behind the ears and red upon the lips The flowing dress and swaying hips For the sweet breeze the flower girl leaps For those that joy and those that weep A sad shroud upon the lost lover In remembrance she does cover taken before dawn for oil so sweet she is walked upon like a velvet street she has been strewn upon the bed of poem and prose My colorful sweetbriar by her other name is called the rose