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Pick Me While I Am A Rose
by Brenpoet (brenmaple@Writing.Com)
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Pick me while I am a Rose,
Before my petals die away,
Red and sweet, they bloom today,
In deep and velvet hue.
Pick me while my potent scent
Intoxicates with heady glow,
Seduction is its purpose now,
With fragrant, honeyed, dew.
Pick me while my pollen clouds
In yellow dust before your eyes,
Enticing you, with wanton sighs,
To make me all your own.
One day I will shed my gown,
My crimson raiment fade and wilt,
Tarnished jewels, strewn and spilt,
From Summer's ruby crown.
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