I am a girl of the rose
Some pale perfect
Some dripping in rich blood colour
Some of spiritual rare essence
It is a fragrance and a signature
That I wear with pride
To be lush
And rich
Delicate and decadant
Gentle and cruel
In its beauty
These never ending contrasts
Are the mystery
The Power
I carry in my veins
Rest me in your hands
At a lover's waist
Upon a loved one's grave
I am a sign of all the fire that burns in you
Dripping in nectar
I will drunken and stupify
All those who lick upon me
And I will enjoy and adore
Those foolish smiles on their faces
Sweet and tender
I am handled
Cruel and unloving
I am abused
And I am used to both touches
But nothing scars upon my perfection
Nothing destroys all that is esoteric
The petals will fall
The perfume will dry
The plant will fade and die
But I...
I can never die
For I am beyond my physical constraints
I am that memory
That passion
Those tears
That sorrow
The pain
The pleasure
And the Love
And this is where my life is
Everlasting
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