Oh my beloved, behold the beneath solid soil
Where the rusty roses fall after night's toil.
How beautiful and precious were in earlier night
When they're placed in our first flowerbed bright.
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what a concept...the metaphors and the alliteration are arresting...total sound very sound....consider the form...is it dramatic monologue?