TALE OF FOUR ROSES
TALE OF FOUR ROSES
He brought her two roses
She’ll love them, he supposes
Held them near his sleeve
I’ll give them to her before I leave
But in came her Rock, with two of his own
With a kiss on the lips, her gratitude shone,
He gave her his gift with a wave of his hand
She put them next to her bed, in the vase on the stand
The first suitor was crushed, the color drained from his face
He excused himself from the room, now suffocated by the space
He crushed the stems in his hand, until the thorns pierced his skin
He wrapped his palm with some gauze, knowing, her he could not win.