Your love was like a crimson rose <br />so soft, so pure <br />it bloomed and shone <br />for all to see <br />and many envied me. <br /> <br />My rose seemed to overcome <br />the pain of winter's cold <br />the burning rays of poverty. <br /> <br />But like the fragile rose that was <br />I grasped you to my aching heart too tight <br />crushing my crimson rose. <br />Thorns dug at my flesh <br />piercing my heart <br />releasing drops of blood <br />mingled in tears. <br /> <br />I saw my rose <br />dropp to the ground <br />crushed by this hands. <br /> <br />In fear to save eternally <br />what could not be, <br />I crushed my rose and <br />pierced my aching heart at last.<br /><br />Luz Hanaii<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-pierced-my-aching-heart-at-last/
