Love and Thorns
I so adored this rose
I would tenderly hold it close
Wanting so lovingly to prick
My finger
Afterward I carefully let the beads
Of blood trickle down the stem
Of innocence
It is not your fault oh gentle
Bewitching one
I found another thorn as I held
The stem tightly, a tear seeped
Down my cheek. Blood dripped
To the ground.
I broke into gentle weeping lightly
Every blue petal of this rose
I so adored
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