Bud

A twilight. A lunar last night. A stem.
This was inevitable.

Bright Rose, rose red at dawn. Red Rose chose red clothes this morn
Petals to protect from red sky warned, but she stood in floods.
Wrote her shoes are still white, her socks still white.
This is God speaking; blunt as taxes, clear as death.

Your lessons will only ever be a list of things that rhyme with rose:

Need breeds Love.
Beauty mirrors Vanity.
Purity values Prizes.

A Rose an open Red Rose has Rose.
But
Be Stein with me.
Rose is a rose is a rose .