NaPoWriMo #6

Would I behold a gift so frail

and fragile? One that I would fail

to give its due? Unless, of course,

your wish for me to take and source

a rose you’ve held for twenty years

is honest, I should have no fear.

But I do. I fear it will be

that something you regret with me.

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