Beauty in a seed, a bloom t'was rare!
A rose like you doth stay, not awhile
Do you Red Rose?
Red as a beating raw heart, like mine
Thorns sharp from winters last bite
Must you feel neath these?
Do you Red Rose ?
Red like a prick of thumb to your leaves.
A late bloom is she with a wild scent
And warm curled petals so
Don't you Red Rose?
Red with one sniff my cheeks a flow.
I shall not pick you though, Red Rose
For you are too red, too wildly scented
Aren't you Red Rose?
Are you ?
Red Rose?
Or are you already dead Red Rose?
For me, were you meant ?
Wolf
