Cursed to be alone forever,
separated by distance and faith,
her last breaths escape with great effort
as she held on to all what he had left her:
a single bleeding rose.
A symbol of a love he could never provide to her.
Let the petals fall cover her grave
and may the story of the two unfortunate lovers remain
to haunt those who give roses and hold hands
"You were a happy dream
In a life that has been a hellish nightmare"
: To those who pick the wild roses :
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