A rose given is a rose cut.
But it saves one from a rut.
Isn't a flower the most precious gift
for someone who you have kissed?

The hand that offers it
The stem had to split.
Hope the gift won't be dismissed,
And the couple will be blissed.

Decided first where to make the wound,
And now they're bound for this round.
Does anyone wonder where's the twist?
Two sided, one half can barely subsist!

She pinned it to her collar,
What a vain little scholar.
Elements yield to her wrist,
Ailments refuse to desist.

And the thorns touched only her.
Will they fall in love on their terms?
Someone gets hurt despite their wish,
Someone's heart nailed to a fist.

Isn't a flower the most precious gift?
Hope the gift won't be dismissed.
Does anyone wonder where's the twist?
Elements yield to her wrist,
Someone gets hurt despite their wish.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Sarapin, in the year 1002 AF.