O, who favor thee rose sweet smell given
Compare not to thee sweet dew of honey
The rose be fairer for thy vibrant hue
It compares not to thee honeysuckle
Bent before thee rose, honey drips from thy lips
With honey, blood drips from thy fingertips
Tho both hold virtue in love and passion
A rose is fair, but honey is fairer
Delicate petals hug thy nose in bloom
Those who are graced with thy sweet aroma
Hold such fealty in delicate perfume
O, those who favor the rose on a thorn
Shall not witness the warmth of honey born
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