• On out first date you gave me a rose.
    Its petals blood red,
    Its thorns pointed and sharp.
    The petals were its beauty.
    The thorns were its protection.
    I thought I was your thorn and could keep you from all harm.
    The day you died, I gave that rose back to you.
    Wherever you are I hope you hold it close.
    Throughout all the years, I have recieved tons of roses.
    None of them ever had the same effect as that first rose.