Dying Rose

The very essence of your soul quenches me through its flowing river, but all too soon your blood runs cold and this rose begins to shiver. Then the sunlight that is your love soon again peers thru the clouded haze... This rose begins to bloom again, only to be burnt by your careless blaze. My thorns pierce your immoral fleash, and they draw the venomous blood of a liar. But reflecting on our once innocent love, this rose once again gets burnt by your fire. It hurts to think there once was a day when with you I held such trust, yet now my petals turn to blood, my stem and thorns to dust.. So say goodbye to this blushing rose and all the elements of... I was burnt by your male violent fire in the creamation of our love.