On Thursday the twenty fifth.

On Thursday the twenty fifth

He encountered a rose

so exquisite he couldn’t feel a thorn

His feelings he let become boss

and drive him to the throne

 

On Thursday the twenty fifth

A rose encountered a hand

so gentle she blunt her thorns

Their hearts she let bond

to trap him, a weakling, at the ‘throne’.

 

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