Madame Delbard And The Morning Star
An unnoticed rose in a garden of shade,
incessantly dark were her days.
The sun attempted to ease her pain,
and lift her head from the haze.
His radiance gently opened her heart,
uniting nature with morning star.
Most of the blossoms evaded his light,
except for the rose, Madame Delbard.
Her skin became deep red with his warmth,
he gleamed with delight when he saw this.
Whispers buzzed like bees in flight,
for she accepted his celestial kiss.
Envious gossip thickened the air,
each rumor full of delusion.
Consequently, the solar glisten languished,
dimmed by the dust of confusion.
Her petals faded to a pallid pink,
she wilted from lack of affection.
Once the garden realized what it had done,
Madame Delbard had died of rejection.
incessantly dark were her days.
The sun attempted to ease her pain,
and lift her head from the haze.
His radiance gently opened her heart,
uniting nature with morning star.
Most of the blossoms evaded his light,
except for the rose, Madame Delbard.
Her skin became deep red with his warmth,
he gleamed with delight when he saw this.
Whispers buzzed like bees in flight,
for she accepted his celestial kiss.
Envious gossip thickened the air,
each rumor full of delusion.
Consequently, the solar glisten languished,
dimmed by the dust of confusion.
Her petals faded to a pallid pink,
she wilted from lack of affection.
Once the garden realized what it had done,
Madame Delbard had died of rejection.
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