I Am The Voice of The Rose’s Heartsong
I am born of Love’s Virtuosity
Draped over with Purple or Blue speckles,
and Small as are the Strings of Sorrow Yet
It is Beatifuller than a Leaf’s Gold
The enough of it scatters a Lullaby
and lays down its head as to die slowly
but hesitates its destruction it Holds
when suddenly as it braves fearlessnes
is crownd as a thorn full of blissest best
Love is a force of its gentlest strengths
crafted of cuts that are Threaded sheening
I was not a Rose to speak of at all
I am neither one now nor be one will
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