Roses are red, and violets are blue,
My heart has bled tears, all just for you.
You took me, then broke me,
But now, I’m set free.
I bled on a white rose,
The petals now crimson, no longer snow.
Tarnishing pure white with dark blood aglow
With moonlight, it glimmers;
In the shining moon, crimson turns black,
Matching my darkened soul, one which lacks
A heart pure and strong,
Instead, I’m left with a broken soul, one in which longs
For you’re tender touch, you’re sweet love.
Like the very light sent from Heaven above.
Sweet and soft, like coo of a dove…
But I’m greeted with the strike of a snake,
Making me wonder of your words were indeed fake.
The thought itself burns away at my soul, and for you, it cries,
A broken noise, forever screaming, asking, “Why, my love? Why? ”
“Do you want me to suffer, this pain so great?
Or am I destined to behold this painful fate? ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem