I see a budding rose-flower
a slender, graceful figure
within my grasp, before me.
Her rosy lips open so slight
as if to entice the warm of mine.
Her scent so beautiful an attraction,
a love so unbelieving.
And so my heart beats troubled satisfaction.
I've seen her like before,
and perfected looks age quickly.
Passion seeks a change of color,
that sky-blue wildflower yonder.
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