You can take a
thorn pierce it with
her skin….but it only
goes as deep as
she lets it in.
You can take a rose
smooth it over her skin…
but true romance is found
with those who nurture with-in.
You can take red sheets
pour over them your love…
But rose petal promises,
penetrated by
your weight,
crush-in.
You can take red-dish rose hip’s,
medicate with haw – hep.
But nothing beautifies your life
as the, tall,
long stem roses.
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