Oh dear red rose you have been so lucky
To be created with such a beauty
Your life, alas, only tells of pity
How men have mistreated a creature so lovely
How dare a man profess his love,
Surrendering you to a lady’s hand,
Did he not know, did he not think of,
As your beauty withers, so will his love end?
How could the merchant give you away,
Only for pieces of gold and silver,
For your charm, no price can ever pay,
But you oft be abused by bachelors and cheaters.
Why would a man whose love and care
Have made possible of a bloom so red
Stemmed you off a bush in a garden's lair
Couldn't he leave you to flourish instead?
Oh my dear love if you were a rose
A million men would wish they were bees
But I can never leave you I will keep you close
I will provide you with all that you please
Rather, as your shrub I promise to be
Mesmerized by your sweet sweet scent
Oh my red rose, ma joie de vie,
I promise to be with you until the end
HakimiZamali041109
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