Why is the artist so attracted to the rose?
Are we attracted to its thorns?
Are we immune to its pain?
Or all to familiar?
Are we drawn to thee? Oh rose,
Because we cannot resist thy beauty?
Or inspiration held within thy structure?
Your long, dark, elegant stem
With flowing leaves
Sharp thorns
And overlapping blood red petals
That you shed as rain from the skies
Oh how the artist yearns to shed works as gracefully as the rose may shed its petals!
Oh how the artist yearns for the beauty the rose may possess! In life and in death.
Why are those who are loyal to the Muse,
So drawn to thee, oh mighty rose?
Are we envious of thee, oh rose?
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