The Rose

So beautiful you are, a Rose,
Singing of your ancestors
And their Lesbian pain.
Your face like my beloved
Kindred's; why do you
Beautiful rose, abandon
The Male for what is gross?
What is Lesbian pain,
Is that you cannot carry
Forth your seed in its kind
And will have no ancestors.
You cannot merge with your counterpart
Save by cruel science.
I give this Pastoral advice
As a poet too, though grandesque
I am not able to be...
But subdued passions
In my poetry, I ask you again...
Why do you abandon him?