Its touch is like silky velvet across my cheek,
Its scent, pure and sweet, arouses my nostrils,
Its thorns scratch and shed my blood;
Imagine how intricate and delicate would be its fossils.
Each sectioned petal is far brighter than scarlet,
Its stem twists and turns, winding like a vine,
It has its own beauty surrounded by lover's hearts;
How delightful it would be to have this Valentine.
Its long, slender leaf resembles a feather,
Soft and gentle, straight and light,
Its taste would likely make the richest wine,
Every time it's seen, one marvels at its sight.
If only it could uncry these heavy tears,
Its perfect sympathy then shows,
Its radiant elegance could shine in me,
Oh, to kiss this single rose...
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