How Can I Relate To A Basketball

UNSCRUPULOUS

WOMAN who hated ROSE

I could never love you,

pale and dark lady,

of cold nights like your nature ...

I could never find you,

smell, possess,

're just a thorn

that pierces the skin diaphanous

this body torn

from your great looks ...

I could not give me,

even for a moment,

supply of your lips poisonous

for you ... you ...

... hate roses!