the queen of the rose 7

when the beauty of a damsel is a red rose whose petals are unchaste of any pollination her savour rises as a fragrance to the high heavens for she has not compromised her foremost taste then her beauty becomes crowned amongst others because it is tender and fragile like a hymen your reign is set above the multitude of others for your worth exceeds an equivalence for exchange nothing on earth is prized to your inbuilt acquisition many dames have a way of faking qualities but through your natural way of deeds i am convinced you were bore a true princess maturity becomes the pinnacle of your lordship you are transfigured from a princess to a queen while the metamorphosis of my fortune has not evolved and i seem to remain a misfit evermore