You Have The Spirit Of A Red, Red Rose Poem by Mark Heathcote

It's not defined or hidden by petals
nor demarcated by sharp wetted thorns
her eye's hypnotic beauty possesses
the stars like the sky that the sun adorns.
You have the beauty of a wild hedge rose
I want to prick my thumb, feel all loves woes
your heart doesn't require any bedclothes
you have the spirit of a red, red rose.
Don't-want to hold you in any-way course
like the Persian rose, you are the truest-source
but-like-the hedge-rose if taken by force
all four petals frail will-disperse of course
love, taken slowly, grows not in deceit,
gowns-they're-for dilettantes in conceit.