• Thy thorns..., thy thorns have puntured thrice, the young fool, the bruteful coward, and the incapacitated miss-interpreter. Whom have misunderstood, degraded, and underestimated this now untamed, impossible,...blue rose. Now...surrounded by lovers whose lives are fulfillied by the love, passion, and trust I so dearly thirst for...pathetically.

    And now I am in the wait, to once again be shined upon, illuminated, with scarlet enchantment. To once again, be wielded by a gentleman, whose hands shall not be punctured by thy thorns, but keep me alive; being my sun, my water, my air, my true love.