The Violet Rose Poem by Josey Alfred

She is true love an Angel cute,
She burns like embers in a pyre
With love for him, with selfish thoughts
She flares up like a wild beast hurt.

She embrace him like a loving leech,
And drain all joys from his heart!
Who has some love left for his Mom!
For whom he has, grateful regards.

Like a watchdog she keeps vigil
And survey all his calls, to his mom
Should he ever, lovingly talk to mom,
She drives him mad, with her threats,

He lives just like swan in desert,
Who thirst for dew or water drops.
In private parley, he is known as!
A prince in prison of rude wife.
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