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Rose sweet rose your blossoms are red as crimson and your stem is like an emerald.

Oh how I long to be near you but when I do you Peirce my flesh like a sword, then my finger turns red and out of it flows blood crimson just like your petals.

Why must you torment me so with your beauty and charm then when I touch you all you do is bring harm, I long to embrace you in my arms even if it brings me harm for you are my life and my death I will continue to love you until my last breath.