Where is thy rose

Written by: Amanda Shelton

Where is thy rose? I do not see it in my hand but I see blood pouring from my vision. For thy thorns have pricked me Where is thy rose? I do not see it in my hand but there is a scent that lingers so sweetly. For thy perfumer I smell so strongly Where is thy rose? I see it now in my garden With bloody thorns and a perfume so sweet