Roses soft and gentle,
A divine sight to the knowing eye,
Enough to make true lovers cry.
So innocent, the bright red petals,
So perfect, the color and form.
A thousand words, a single rose,
I love you, I want you, your mine.
The moment captured, forever in time,
A rose, a simple, delicate rose.
The petals fade, crumple, die,
The beauty lost, the lovers cry.
Thorns cut deep and so do words,
True love and roses die together,
Live together,
Cry together.
Beauty and danger are one,
In true love,
And in a rose.