-Petal Petal on the floor,
who's the fairest of them all?
-It is I, the hand of rose,
lover's wish whom Cupid chose
-And thy wish what may it be?
Is it love or is it me?
Bid thy lover my regret,
it is I, not wish per due respect
Raise thyself from off the floor
Climb on rose & close its door
For the hands of love and time
They are skilled, but are not mine.
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