14. The rose and my love poem

I claimed to my rose garden that my honey is unrivaled

for the scent of her is unmatched

to the fragrance of those roses

Whilst her honey-drip lips, those roses, long to possess

and poor are those bees that surrounds

in vain on those roses

And various colors that are explored like a sculpture

I yet not recognize in those petals

of the every kind of roses

And I stopped deceiving when I saw her as a distant rainbow

nearing me in elegance and graceful

with a rose in her hand

She came and hugged me in taut and I intently breathe

the fragrance of my rose garden

along with the traces on her forehead

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Created with images by Josch13 - "red rose rose rose bloom"

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