Through the dark meadows she walked.
Poised in grace she stood.
Her shimmering white skin,
bathing in moonlight.
Dipped in pain her body,
transformation seeped in each pore.
Her whole being blooming with a rush.
Bosom covered with green leaves.
Sepals hiding the plane belly.
Blossoming and throbbing with red,
her svelte body redefined.
As at last the petals arrived,
shaping with intricate detailing,
covered her from beneath.
She now glowed in pleasure,
now that the pain had surpassed.
Making her a unique red rose,
in the kingdom of love,
for the first time,
devoid of thorns..