Petals and Blood
Sweet, velvet rose of red I stare at thee, 'til thee is dead And when thou art withered and dry Diamond tears flow from my eyes I watched thee grow from a bud As thee died, petals fell with blood Even though thou art crumbling and small Thou withholds your velvety feeling through all My sweet, innocent rose of red I stared at thee, 'til thee was dead Written February 14th, 2002 © on Feb 14 2002 12:18 PM PST 18 • 0 • 13
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"Sweet, velvet rose of red..."