Rivals

Oh rose on vine,

Kissed by the morning dew,

How I envy you, your sacrifice.


Singled out for affection, severed with care,

To be held by my love as she brushes you to her cheek,

Gaining her favor.


How I long it to be me that feels the softness of her skin,

And shares her smile.


Covetous of a simple flower,

Willing to die, if only to be reborn,

At her touch.



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