Many colors it has in beauty alone.
What of its sin that lies underneath
the façade on the outside of its leaf?
What let it grow in such a state
that tortures the heart with such weight?
As it grows to its peak, many adore,
Do all you can to try to ignore.
Outside appearance is not all to see.
Thorns on its side; let those warn thee.
Terrible it is to be led on by riches.
When deep inside, its touch entails stitches.
Vision of love may be seen from afar,
Coming closer may prove only to mar.
Lust in ambition with this instinct alone,
Feelings like this are keen to be sewn.
Heed the warning of desire in looks.
Colors like these are tempting hooks.
Examine the flower past defensive thorns.
They may be there from terrible mourns.
Peel off each thorn to see the real view.
Get rid of them so they can’t misconstrue.
Observe the fruit provided by flower.
Is the fruit ripe, or does it devour?
The right one will keep safe from disease.
While the other will only hurt and tease.
Death of love will come from that fruit.
Inside of it lives lust of pursuit.
Flowers with color and ripeness of true
are hard to see, but will always renew.
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