You, a rose.
Glowing blood red petals,
Soothing dark green leaves.
Your threatening dagger-like thorns
Pierced deep in my trembling palm,
As I hold your stem so tightly.
My essence trickles down, escaping
The roughness of my hand.
This is worth the pain.
Like this,
I am prepared
To hold you forever.
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