I used to sit and watch
As the petals
Sparkled in the night
The snowy flower glowed
Under the pure moonlight
My mind was like a child's then
And often I wished
To pluck the rose's petals
But never could I muster courage
To defial innocence so pure
Until the day I found myself
Brave enough to stroke it
Slowly my hand extended
To brush across the blossom
And then I saw it
A single bead of blood
Rested upon my finger
The thorns had broken my flesh
And I was in shock
That something so beautiful
Could sting so harshly
In one quick motion
I plucked a snowy white petal
And held it in clenched hand
I opened my hand
And saw that my blood had tainted it
A petal of perfection
Coated with bloddy stains
I looked back at the rose
It stood quiet and motionless
As if nothing had changed
And I smiled
Now I could pick the petals
Whenever I chose to
But for now
I'll leave the White Rose in peace.
Love to my Angel,
my Amadeo
the White Rose
 Alatria · Sat Apr 05, 2008 @ 05:33pm · 0 Comments |
