as frail the flower
the petals are power
a melody not yet scoured
the sunlight much devoured
pick the petals, one by one
save or throw until you've won
as dismay it seems, do not run
for a blossom may stun
be careful to remember the thorns that groove the stem
they prick blood or lust, whichever appears within the gem
confide in this mayhem
whether or not displayed condemn
lastly, lovely leaves line before the rest
swaying slowly but together, a cozy fest
within seconds an unexpected guest,
arrives to thieve potent pollen inside the nest.