So soft, a woman, like petals of a rose,
With a fragrance justly sweet.
She blooms in springtime of man's life,
And beckons gently to his nose.
So like the rose, a rainbow shade
Of many colors to persuade
The strongest, or the meekest man
To take her hand, a sweet bouquet.
He reaches, must possess the prize,
So nearly late to realize,
The thorns are there, she often shows,
To prick the souls of men she knows.
A litany of velvet lace,
He'll brush the petals to his face
So savoring the warmth that grows,
A woman - sweet, yet thorny rose.
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