7 June 2012

The Jealous rose

Midst the dark dull scary night, i bloom to appear at sunrise,
So as to fall in his sight, and get the beauty's price.
I don't know where from, from which earthly or divine,
Does this angel come, to snatch him who was mine?

My petals are wide symmetric, my color dazzles like blood,
Yet i am now skeptic, as her cheeks flush red.
I dance to the slightest breeze, my looks are more fragile,
Yet at her he does freeze, and fall for her smile.

I was soon in a deep sleep, tired of showing i was awesome,
And then in voice deep, of her praise did he hum.
She is a rose to stare at; she is a rose to sense,
Yet she is better than that, she has no thorn of offense.

Yes i now understand, i hurt those who pluck me,
I soak in blood their hand, so cruel am meant to be.
He comes to pluck me now; i need to show her his love,
I know not he does it how; all i witness is an unsung vow.