Bed Of Roses Poem by April Humason

In a bed of roses, my petals I'll shed,
As we lie entwined, love's path we'll tread.
Crimson drops, like rubies, will flow,
Your thorns, a dance, a passionate glow.

Together, we'll weave a blooming reverie,
In a garden of desire, our souls set free.
Fertile ground, where love's seeds we sow,
A union so pure, a magical tableau.

Yet, as time passes, my heart will decay,
Amidst your touch, my flower will sway.
With each whisper, I'll obey your call,
My beauty, my essence, your grand thrall.

In the shadows, I'll wander, lost in plight,
As my soul's once vibrant hues turn white.
With every fallen petal, my spirit will fade,
In the bed of dead roses, love's charade.

As the colors drain, and life turns pale,
Your thorns pierce deep, a haunting tale.
Into darkness, I'll stray, my hope unwound,
In the grip of your touch, my soul is bound.

This ill-fated dance, a tragic embrace,
In a garden of sorrows, our destinies trace.
The roses wilt, and we meet our demise,
A twisted love, where beauty fades and dies.