The sweet rose sap
calls to him
he flits upon the gaudy petals
whispering sweet nothings
in her ear
as he drinks
the sweet liquer
She praises him
his bright pompous wings
she gives him all
to keep him close
providing him
the golden nectar he needs
He drinks til all
is gone
nothing left
His gaze upon the sweet
he flits away to partake
of another
she stands alone
nothing left to offer
life blood gone
The once sweet rose
bows her head
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