(This poem is inspired by the fairy tale, Beauty and the Beast)
The first blush of a red rose
upon a snow white cheek,
bloomed forth in the first light of spring;
a promise to keep.
The last rose that lay crushed and withered
beneath the white snowy frost and sleet,
blossomed once more in the joy of spring;
in the heart of a beast.
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