The Dying Rose.
So alive...so soft, she smells nice and is pleasing to the senses,
all you can do or even think of doing is touch her...smell her...
she clads the brighest red...she stands out on pretences...
So you take her in your hand...she pricks you but you still dont let go,
her conversation is out of this world and her presence is un-avoidable...
So you hold her tighter...she pricks, your bleeding,
but its a small price compared to the beauty you have to carry around,
her beauty...her elegan