Long stemmed
Tightly wrapped
She looks a little worn
Around the edges
Razor sharp coral
The depths of her beauty
If you can get past her thorns
Is legendary
The smell of this lovely
Beyond compare
The silk of her petals
Dries to the finest potpourri
She disappears in winter
She wants to be alone
But she'll be back
To make you fall for
The wonder of life and love
The beauty and sensuality
Of Mother Nature's call
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