Rose of old and rose of new,
you hold your head so proud and true,
with petals pure and radiant face,
your gentleness is pride of place.
Rose of old and rose of new,
through the ages so many tales have you,
is it true you once heard Vortigern's horse?'
or witnessed Offa faring the course.
Rose of old and rose of new,
yellow,white,pink or red so true,
Rose Nahema or Rose Areasia,
but your thorns bring danger to a stranger.
Rose of old and rose of new,
blood of thorn and petals new,
blossoming for all who seek delight,
for now you've reached pure beauty's height.
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i have long considered writing a poem on the beauty of a rose. but i have never quite managed to do so; partly because no matter what i write, i will never be able to do justice to that beauty, which at best i can only suggest.
you attempt at it is praiseworthy, my friend
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