A blue rose enclosed,
Both petal and thorn still betrothed.
Delivering beauty on eyes divine.
Yet drawing blood like a chimera would wine.
Petal and thorn,
From the same stem born.
Love and hurt in such proximity.
Oh such truth, but oh such irony.
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A blue rose enclosed,
Both petal and thorn still betrothed.
Delivering beauty on eyes divine.
Yet drawing blood like a chimera would wine.
Petal and thorn,
From the same stem born.
Love and hurt in such proximity.
Oh such truth, but oh such irony.