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Rose

Sweeter still than nectar
Those ripe rosebud lips
Rounded as rosebud hips
Eyes bright as dewdrop star
Shining from as afar
Closing rosepetal tips
— So of all my hope shorn
I wait for heaven-sent
Whiff of wind-wafted scent
To lighten days forlorn
— Feckless fate of love-lorn
Love pent, heart rent, life spent
— Impaled ’pon blood-red thorn
Sliver of silver scorn —
With heart asunder torn
As by unicorn’s horn
— Death-bed rose-red at morn
Love lies bleeding, still-born —