Gracefully curving petals <br />Red as blood <br />Arching perfectly <br />Intricate patterns <br />Dew shimmering on each petal <br />A thousand moons reflected in each drop <br />Perfect strait green stem <br />Fingers sliding along it <br />A prick <br />A drop of blood <br />She falls to the floor <br />Doomed to sleep a hundred years <br />The rose falls beside her <br />Blood shinning on the thorn <br />Innocent enough <br />He comes upon her <br />Tears falling from his eyes <br />His lips find hers <br />Blue eye fly open <br />The spell is broken <br />He lifts her in his arms <br />He holds her close <br />He loves her. <br />They leave the room happily shinning like twin suns <br />The rose lies upon the floor <br />Blood still shinning on the thorn <br />Left behind <br />Forgotten<br /><br />Tsunami HiroshiSu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rose-122/
