Rose : Poetry today.
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Rose is warm as love,
Rose is cool as love,
Rose is soft as love,
Rose is Rose as love.
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When the Rose was born,
On that beautiful morn,
A smile was all the Rose,
Surrounded though by thorn.
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In the heart of Love,
Raised her head the Rose,
In the winds of cold,
With pride grinned the Rose.
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I gave her a touch delicate,
When I gave a touch gentle,
A prick pierced me in response,
A pain severe, sharp arose.
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Taken aback I asked, why?
Shedding a tear she replied,
The errors of flesh are curse to me,
A Rose is a rose but never Eros!
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©
Rose is warm as love,
Rose is cool as love,
Rose is soft as love,
Rose is Rose as love.
--
When the Rose was born,
On that beautiful morn,
A smile was all the Rose,
Surrounded though by thorn.
--
In the heart of Love,
Raised her head the Rose,
In the winds of cold,
With pride grinned the Rose.
--
I gave her a touch delicate,
When I gave a touch gentle,
A prick pierced me in response,
A pain severe, sharp arose.
--
Taken aback I asked, why?
Shedding a tear she replied,
The errors of flesh are curse to me,
A Rose is a rose but never Eros!
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