The rose and I have played, a while, now, at last, I give, to the seduction.
The rose is just quite there. Leave it be to it's own ruin.
The rose will twist and turn,the presentation of an invite.
Rose petals, like layered kisses.How many kisses do I give?
The rose, not far from it's end, is suddenly noticed by me.
Rose, waits in the sun light,hoping you take the invitation.
