She struts draped in crimson velvet;
fragrance she wears imbued with
a sense of awe entices with promises.
Symphonic femininity, though prickly
by nature, turns heads; envy obvious
as suitors and bards compete in verse
for she takes only one lover at a time.
Ravishing Rose herself, declares love.
note: Rose is out of town at present as she can’t stand the cold and dark autumn. And the piece is in response to Midweek Motif, “The Flower – Rose” at Poets United.