A tender sweet rose allured me with its grace
In its bewitching muse I was caught
My heart remained full with its fragrance and charm
As long as they were all that I sought
I ventured far to seek its possession
It's acquiescence I did surmise
And by that I induced, a hole in my heart
And of fullness, a slow demise
Nature had its way to put me in my place
As I watched the rose meet a bee
Conceding in that moment of epiphany
I trod on the path meant for me
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