So many thorns
That pierce your skin.
With blood red petals,
A beautiful thing.

A single rose
Lay in the blood.
Gorgeous rose petals
Dirtied by mud.

The long emerald stem
Covered by thorns
Held by the man
Who forever mourns.

Amongst the thorns
Lay fragile leaves
Held by the woman
Who forever grieves.

A single rose,
A heart to sting.
Blood red petals,
A beautiful thing.