The Royal Rose
From the scarlet rose there flows a rich perfume
Whether on the bush or in a room
In bud or whorl beautified
Mystically dyed
With sharp thorn
Danger
Of skin torn
Yet in its beauty
All transforms above duty
Bringing risk and charm to the owner
For whom its majesty is the great honour.
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