Our love is an eternally bleeding rose
As we lick up the blood-toned dye, we grow ever more enamored with one another.

Around a glass heart encased in stone
Rests vine upon vine of red, red roses ready to prick and wound: charm and delight.

Against the cool stones the roses melt
Heat radiates from the love within our hearts and cause the rose petals to bleed crimson.

Scarlet stained walls begin to crumble away
This love has overtaken and destroyed the encasement that once hid their warm, loving glass hearts.

Within one another's hands the glass rests
Secure in the simple fact of knowing that neither heart shall ever be shattered by love.

Roses bleed but the hearts move on
Entwinined together for all eternity, the key to unlock a forever of passions almost long forgotten.