Rose a lovely flower
A symbol of passion
An emblem of love
Endowed with charm
The bees search for you
They sing for you
Their dance is for you
They sting intruders
Because of your glory
You are never far
From passionate lovers
Their love is defined
When you are shared
The kings call for you
The warriors fight for you
You are ever found
In the possession of slaves
Though you are fragile
You grow within thorns
You suffer their sting
Your petals are bruised
For you to diffuse
No one appreciates you
Until you are bruised
In your cry
Their pleasure is found
Bruised rose
You are widely known
Not for your thorns
But your thorn petals
Seun Bewaji
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