Rose

I’ve existed for more than one hundred years

a topic of much conversation

of princes and kings and diamond dreams

see me in all my sensation

American beauty, known to be found

an object of pure delight

Many spectacular colors abound

red, pink, yellow and white

As good as gold

fragile and bold

bleeding the hand with my clutch

ripped and torn

by evil thorn

the palm that had to touch

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