"The Rose"

"The Rose"
by Mark Kaven Lazaro


Verily, verily Thou possess the great beauty

The bees are surrounding thee that want to feel the chase

Thou entice thee yet thou get their madly charity

As you move through the air like they really want to taste

Verily, verily a bee that could be won thee

He is able to conquer his thousands of foe
Deceive him not for you have thorns behind leaves of thee
Like the great man who fell and rolled his eyes to his toe