She is a rose,
I tell you, I am sure,
Thorn's do testify,
Scratches are here, for sure.
Rose in the garden,
Brings peace to the eyes,
Touch, not the stem,
There all thorns lie.
She is Rosy, She is posey,
She is, touch me not,
Look not at a beauty,
Or else you'll be caught.
Look not at the wine,
When it is red,
She has power, to capture,
With her, beautiful eyelids.
Even if, you are caught,
You need not regret,
Such captivity is always better,
If captivated by eyelids.
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