There is some kind of mystery inside of me

Something real and loose that I hide

I wonder at times, at a mystical love

One full of excitement and adventure

But a love such as described is all but gone

Nearly vanished by modernization

I simply know that I cannot live without it

I need something more than copulation

Something deep and meaningful

A rose to a thorn, protector and mentor

Whichever part of the flower I am

I wear that part proudly, so long as I do not lose the other