Strolling in the breezy desert,
Warren decreed:
“Stop and Smell the roses.”
Emily gave him a scornful stare.
Pedalling towards the oasis,
Warren repeated:
“Stop and smell the roses.”
Emily gave him a rageful stare.
Hastily moving farthest from Warren,
Emily entered a burrow by mistake.
She groped in the dark,
Until she herself felt –it-.
Searching for his mate,
Warren came in.
Emily uttered:
“Stop and smell the roses.”
They both visioned;
Our Lady of the Roses,
The Incarnate Rose,
The Mystical Rose.
