The Soul of the Rose

Lingers in my heart.

But how much longer

Will she abide there?

She says: surrender

To me like a bee

Seeking sweet nectar…

I will form a perianth

Around your lovelorn heart

A gossamer cocoon,

Roseate and sun-glorified,

Will enclose it from pain.

 

If you are not a lover

My wine will be maderized

And undrinkable…

If I become your beloved

Your heart will be malleableized

By my tenderness and sweetness.

 

 

 

 

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