Sweet Deathly Rose

Oh, mild flower I chanced to meet, A ruby red, yet so discreet. She'd never seen a hue my blue. Sweet deathly rose that I once knew. Her fragrance wafted on the breeze, And all were drawn to her with ease. I put down roots near her and grew. Sweet deathly rose that I once knew. Though in her garden all seems well, there still are things she hates to tell. Her thorns, a shield, conceal what's true. Sweet deathly rose that I once knew. Beneath her thorns, resentment grows. Disturb her and her petals close! I learned too well what could ensue. . . Sweet deathly rose that I once knew. A casual remark was said. Her ruby rose turned scarlet red. . . I guiltless pled. Did I misdo? Sweet deathly rose that I once knew. A fury she had kept so deep had been unleashed; it made me weep. Retaliation cut me through. Sweet deathly rose that I once knew. A leaf of peace she offered me: Be friends, but only partially. But I refused and shall eschew Sweet deathly rose that I once knew.