Classic Poem

As the red Rose at noon
Crimson swooning—
Cannot hold her hot petals
At touch of her Sun,
But shivering,
Reluctant,
Resisting,
Yields them trembling
Sweet one by one—
To the last ravished bloom—
So I refuse Him,
My Lord—Red Jade Lover!
Nor his kiss can relinquish,
Though too soon
He constrain me,
Reluctant,
Resisting,
Till sweet one by one—
I am petal bereft by my Sun
At the midnight high noon.