be one and see this rose with me

she will snare and tear all that

care enough to be bold and hold;

all told, beauty reins with pain,


with a heart that will start and dart;

a tart, not a weed, she will need,

indeed, but inspire a choir and

a fire of want, she will taunt


a soul to pluck and tuck; she may

bring luck to a lover; discover

and uncover her scent; content

in her enchantment as she vies to die


Corinna Fulton

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