Hateful Rose

I long for that hateful rose

Beautiful only to my foolish eyes

Its poisoned thorns dug so deep

Yet still I desire it

The years have passed

And that bitterness still lingers

How it hurt me

But how I want it back

Its scent I once found so sweet

Now it repulses me

But being denied others I desire

I long for that rose I had

Those buds I cultivated so tenderly

Wither before my eyes

I weep over them

Longing for the perfect flower