My rose A scarlet beauty Lips sweet as sin, passion red as fire Thorns armed to strike Satin on her surface Coarse as rot in her core A damaged beauty Wilted leaves and teardrops of rain Vicious elements bend her at the stem Winds tarnish, heat scalds, hail beats Animals feast from her what they want A tenacious beauty Rooted deeply in the soil Only Death may befall her She sheds petals of the past Armor rising anew as she stands tall An unattainable beauty My rose dances with the Sun A mighty and unyielding force Feeding her soul, warming her skin Filling her heart - envy rings through me My
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