Amidst the ripe corn crops
Shone a red beam bright
Luring me to gaze at it
And hold the comely sight

And I ran to the gleaming spot
To cherish the lissome rose
As it tossed its lithe head
I approached its warm close

I enclosed the bud tight
In my coarse closed fist
As its soft petals tickled
My warm, scented wrist

As I felt its fresh wet leaves
My fingers wrapped with green
And the tender stalk wriggled
Thin, long and lean

Sudden blood oozed out
The rose stung me hard
As I was lured and hurt in pain
By the pretty disguised hazard

It merged with its corolla deep red
As it flowed and flowed on the corn
I howled,"Rose!Thou cheated me!
Thou hurt me with your hidden thorn!"
Please ignore the grammatical and spelling errors.