Red
The thorns still grow and kill him slow
The rose still shows him how she glowed
A queen of red, she once had been
When their love young was seventeen
An evil, she saw but in his face
And starts to fade, without a trace
Afraid, he grabs her with the stem
And kissed her body like a gem
Her body broke, the stem was slack
He weeps to see his Queen turned black..
The thorns still prick and kill him slow
The rose still shows him how she glowed
He grabs her still, she'll change he hopes
With all the thorns still deep engrossed
He awaits the day her thorns would shed,
She'll wipe his tears transforming red..
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