The Blood Of My Rose Poem by Alice Nguyen

Oh a rose shall I compare my love for thee?
As red as the blood flowing through my veins,
As fragile as the petals under the cold August breeze,
And sweet like the pollen, luring in birds and bees.

But yet a rose without thorns thou cannot be.
Thou spikes stabbed me with unintended mordacity.
Like daggers they seared right through my heart and soul
And left me bleeding with wounds that are ever undisclosed.

How sweet is the aroma emerging from thy skin;
It awakens the lust from the heart of the coldest man.
Thus such temptation's impossible to be ignored,
What a fool I am to think I hold possession over something so much adored.

Farewell, my dark rose, my passion, my love
For I am unworthy of such pleasure and desire!
May thee find comfort in a man much stronger
To fulfil thou wishes, thou dark and wanton wants.