The alluring woman of rose,
Of amber hair and pale white glows.
Insatiable ire, springtime flirt.
Gentle, but provoked is to hurt
And maim, blind to all your woes.

Gleam of chocolate eyes expose
Her strong fabricated repose.
A sense that hides the extrovert,
Woman of rose.

A broken foundation that shows
Under the mask that juxtapose,
She remains radiant, unhurt.
A sense that blinds the introvert,
Filled with dreadful and crafted prose,
Woman of rose.