The Promise of Roses — a Shakespearean-style Sonnet

With gentle fragrance offered from its heart,

The rose entices bees and lovers near.

The blossom hides its thorns with careful art.

A prick may draw both blood and salty tear.

The petals brush so soft against the skin

Like tender kisses shared by lovers new.

Each petal, velvety yet paper thin,

Bears a morning crown of glittering dew.

Abuzz with work, the bee collects its prize

From deep within the flower where it lands.

The lovers buzz with feelings shared with eyes,

Connecting by the joining of their hands.

Both brave the thorns in search of nectar sweet,

Thus honey flows, and honeyed lips can meet.


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