The Blackened Rose Poem by Philip Caldwell

Roses that uproot,
to be placed
as a token of love.
A myriad of velvet lay,
sunder the silhouette signal
the thorns dare portray.
Blinding to others,
but not to me.
Never again gaze
into the eyes of the deciever.
Heartless to heart
the roses play.

But another rose...
not yet picked,
but pricked.
Withered and crushed,
she still stands.
Not masked or guised,
she still stands...
So I shall complement
the blackened rose.
Earth to her I'll be
and let her grow.