The Shocking Similarity

When the rose thorn pricked your rosy fingertips and your rosy blood trickled down,

I stood shocked, spellbound.

 

For

I realized,

that even

With the shape of a rose,

Complexion of a lily,

And the scent of a jasmine,

You,

Are made of,

the same blood,

as me.

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