• A Rose so sweet
    With Delicate petals
    Of velvet
    Grown on a bush
    So sharp with Thorns
    Deadly Sweet
    As I grasp the stem
    Blood trickles down my hand
    But the Aroma
    Floats so gently into the
    Sweetened air like Sugar
    So sweet
    But thorns impale
    So easily
    But, as all Life continues its cycle
    and everything Dies
    The Rose I hold is Eternal
    And it is all Mine