The Bloody Rose

by Maharet
(Ind/USA)

On cold winds he came,
carrying a snow white rose,
a solemn token of love given.
a drop of blood on each petal,
a token of deep longing affection.

Though his heart long stilled its beating,
it felt to him as if it was.
To gaze about her fair beauty was all it took,
for his life to be given only to her .

His pale face he lay next to hers,
warmed by the sun's kiss.

He drew in a breath through his lungs
though he need not to.
He was captured by her beauty as if
she was a single rose in perfection.
In both he gazed.