Talk about a Rose picked, laid to rest, an mirrored of a man's test
And I'll tell you bout the blue Red-rose sheltered by Wisdom's frame
A Love-rose that Father did call by name
Those velvet-soft pedals protrude a sensitive unique style
Consequently, the Master Creator who formed her without guile
Fragile at best, such a challenging conquest to 'capture the blue-red Rose
For never did such thorns protrude and adamantly oppose
Radiantly blossoming neath the sun, her reflection resembled just one
What a special gift of love portrayed, such a vulnerable thing of beauty
For only true-love brings commitment's rewords, with said duty
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