A Rose

A rose, A rose

What can be told that hasn't been said

Moist yet dangerous

Tempted by velvet skin of luxurious red

Inspiring thoughts for all of time

Protruding; standing through the cracks

Color of blood enthralls the mind

One true beauty the other lacks

A symbol of love

Yet a sign of mourning

To the rest you stand above

The temptress' gift; a forewarning

Rising blindness of Aphrodite

Call it a favor from Venus

So delicate and so mighty

Creation of a one true genius

A rose by any other name

Would it change the game