• Beauty and ignorance, ignorance and beauty
    All the components of appearance and dignity
    You speak of love blooming in your chest
    As I speak of what it is that truly is your best
    Value
    You
    Represent death
    Red the color of blood that blooms instead
    Of loss and not love
    That which love does jab at the heart of
    You, thus you, the rose, are born
    With thorns, for that purpose.
    To propose,
    An ever lasted thorn
    Because from when you are born
    Till even after death you have thorns
    And you adorn
    A long stabbed heart, still pricked with thorns.
    You are the last breath
    And cloak of death
    That stays with souls
    Who’s shoe soles
    Did dance, by chance, with the archer in the stars
    That foretold your loss of physical prison bars.
    Which lovers do shoot at blindly
    Which see
    Not till the target’s end
    And lovers full of thorns spend
    A red breasted robin
    A sacrifice, in defense
    Of lovers robbing
    Hearts.