Roses, oh dear!
You give me delight.
Softness of petals
Remains brushing on my fingers
Red, lovely roses
Alluring to my sight,
Scent lives and endless
Chasing my senses
Obsessed with your dancing
As breeze touches my face.
I wished you to bloom
On the palm of my hand.
Oh you, beautiful flower,
Beguiling my sight,
How desirable,
No! Quitely detestable!
Spiraled thorns grin,
Feigning in vain.
For my fingers now are strong,
Strong as wounds heal.
Blood now washed away,
Washed away with tears.
Oh roses you never know
How your sweetness poisoned me!
I longed, so long
Of keeping you forever,
I thought it would never
Be though like tomorrow.
But that was long ago.