Kali mun

[Ode to a rose]

Note: i submitted this one to the war of the roses poetry contest

In the vase is a flower,

 The loveliest flower that grows

 The fairest of them all

 The red rose



 In the spring she is a lovely dame

A lip of red and eye of flame

And clustering green locks

My darling red rose



 Her glance is softer than the dawn's

 Her touch is lighter than the fawn's

 She is to good for the front lawn

My red rose



Oh gentle hearts do pity me!

Oh, lovely vase of flowers there

 Till death- till death! I'll think of thee

 My lovely red rose....

[Cherise]

And, a poem of irony to counter it.

A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said, 'I've a pretty rose tree,'
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.

Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.
- W. Blake