Having not been here in such a long time I decided to check out your work again, and I've got to remark on how far you've come.
I've always been fond of breaking up lines for rhythm, and you've done so very well here.
I like the way you took me along with the story. To be truthful I wasn't expecting much from the title, but this is just a gem of a poem.
"fell into his heated hands"
"a rosy finger mesmerised by the thorn"
I only think that I expected more of his drowning her - I wanted to lose myself in it, and there was just one stanza.
But this has done it: I want to write again. Thankyou :)

The last line is particularly fine. My favourite bit. I like the beginning and ending, and especially, "Oh, to thrust away such innocence!" Very well written. I like the classical references.