A Rose

Why find you so sullen?

it's of no regret to see

you beacon of blasphemy

when all I's want is 

one short

token of indulgency.

Frequent my life

ift you do but dare

respend my strife 

if you dost care

weren't it so strange a thing

if by now twere bought a diamond ring 

without learning you by now

acquiescent knowledge acsertained 

but how?

You are a rose of sorts combined

a fleetful and enormous kind

with skin and flesh delush

mine fitlful longing aflush

For

Despite all sentiment still obscene

I regail you as my love, my Queen