The rose
Untameable elegance
Word's tune in tenderness
My verses are in madness
Beauty in allegiance
Word's procession in madness
My verses are all sweetness
And so obliging they sing
Your charm in flood and expend
Your beauty till the end
Nights in suffering
My fool heart solitary
So drunk of allegory
Impetuous and frantic rushes
Plucking flowers and sets
Of sweet and mad verses
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