In your case, a rose is NOT a rose by any other name
your tender buds are unique, of a peculiar distinction
I can smell you in the cool breeze of a flower garden
a garden lodged in my memory banks of love
and those smells, caused me to praise the one that nurtured you
the soil you came from was fertile, robust, and filled with powerful nutrients
and when I met you, you bloomed in my season
your colors bedazzled my eyes, a spectacle, only an artist can describe
I sensed your fragility, your vulnerability, and it was solid
I could stand on it and not fall or waver
And your stems only had thorns to defy those that would harm you
So when I touched your thorns, it pricked the inside of my being
My manhood was shattered into pieces to fit a commitment puzzle
and your love put them together inside your body
the result produced a baby...
I am forever yours...