Helen,
Are you soft
Very fecund
Like this rose
Whose redness
Makes me yearn
For love, true love?
Are you sweet
Like its aroma
Which cuts into
My heart and yet,
Does not bleed?
Are you beautiful
Like it dear?
Because its beauty
Has left me wordless.
Even without
Being told, I know
You are like this rose.
No! you are a rose!
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