Watch as she sleeps
Cursed by the company that she does or doesn't keep
You look as you lust for a lock of her hair
You searched for centuries but the locket she wore wasn't there
Two roses she kept
Worn around her neck
She always looked for what she couldn't see
Failing to notice that she was the perfect key
The purest hint of rose in the softest pink
And another one of the deepest darkest burgundy
The first to represent all things born from the light
The other to keep them from evil in the night
Two hearts born in bloom from the earth
Grown from one soul that emerged from the dirt
A rose that bloomed from the love of her mother
And a rose that destroyed the hate of her daughter
Watch her skin as it changes while she sleeps
Cursed by the taste of hunger that she keeps
A lock of her hair for the necklace she used to wear
The roses on a locket you finally found but she was never there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem