The Red Rose Poem by Christina Simmons

So delicately caring: it touched me
In a gentle and pleasing way: sweet and innocent:
Yet so red in colour - A sign of danger!
Deeply scented - intoxicates: don't inhale
Crimson red to be exact; A ferocious shade

Extremely passionate, wildly provocative
Only devilishly wicked and harsh When turned against a keeper:
Devouring him in several pieces: hey boy! Be nice

Smelling - seeing the red rose, instantly becoming
Mild and meek: kindness was so becoming
Now, the best-trained companion