a blooming red rose with thorns

embrace me with that sweet melancholy

rouse me with insanity stirred with frivolity

freeing me from my chastised desolation

soaring free with no bounds or limitation

 

weep the tears, seep out the sadness

the blood boiling of intricate madness

healing is solely an onward miracle

towards perfection, you’ll only move in a circle

 

pain and woes are the stern stems of nourishment

to present a grandeur flora of beauty embodiment

how powerful and magical it must

a blooming red rose with thorns it was