The Rose

Hark oh! Stranger halt! hearken my plea,ere your surmised decree thy callous hand,cease them afore thee naive,asunder me from mine roots I, fledgling bud,still to bloom and ripe to blossom and feed the wind,my luscious incense soon to allure the sweet birds,bees,flies and proud primrose,buttercup,camellias, daffodils shall envy my blossomed beauty nay! do not sever me from my source the one thee avow thine love, if gift me to her I be a day's charm,an hour's essence she'll keep me hidden in pages so white forget so long, to show any light and i'll wither and wither and die hear me!your lover long not for my crimson veil still to my roots,present me alive to her she'll nuture me,so shall I always bloom the wind rustling my emerald leaves, shall whisper your voice the thorns, my sword ,shall protect her from vice my essence, fragrance her life and touch,my tender touch will remind her of your eternal love!