She was a pristine rose plucked;
A vision in crimson from a sea of scarlet.
An enchantress from beyond the soil.
I beamed at her challenging sting,
Reveled in her sweet nature.
Captivated by the beauty I held.
I craved knowledge of her complexity.
So I casually extracted, blade by blade,
Enamored with each exhilarating attribute.
But I could not curb the beast in my chest:
The yearning to know her entirely, inside-out.
And before I knew it, the last petal fell.
And she was gone.