With petals of velvet and deep red wine,

With a scent that speaks of the divine,

So beautiful!

They pull you in, when…

Ah!

A sly thorn breaks your skin.

The red cascades into the dirt

Who knew such love could ever hurt?

But all alive must feel the same

For there is no growth without pain.

The petals wither as time flows,

And as they pass on, new life grows.

Pull life’s love into every breath

For every life must end in death.