The Stolen Rose
I saw her yet unopened love in bloom
So fearing then another suitor's chance
I reached to steal it from the hedge too soon
But felt the sting of thorns upon my hands
So then instead I chose a diff'rent scheme
To seize the object of my heart's desire
With cunning I might steal her love unseen
And pluck the rose from out within the briar
I shared with her the places of my soul
Where neither light nor love before could cull
I gave and yet somehow became more whole
And by the time her love had blossomed full
My heart had found to its great disbelief
That UNSUPPORTED CODE she'd UNSUPPORTED CODE become the crimson-handed thief
7.31.18
Contest: Not Just any Old Rose
Also submitted to contest: Rose Poetry
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