So this is the sonnet for the assignment for week 6.
To Thee I Sing A Song Of Utmost Praise
Flower Who Blossoms So Purely In Red
Each Day You Rise With Mornings Strong Bright Rays
Your Thorns of Green Protect Your Sacred Bed
I Walk Along Garden Pathways of Green
The Nest In Which Your Crimson Flower Blooms
Your Smell Is Fragrant of Oceans Marine
It Reminds Me of seaside cottage rooms
But to your sweet beauty I must confess
Despite how the prince truly holds your heart
How it is I am put into distress
When in my company you don’t take part
Rose I Dote Upon Thee With Bated Breath
Here I Will Remain Until My Cold DEATH
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