Love, a red rose of disguised
fairytales and a spun web of lies
Deceiving kisses and deep green eyes
Sweet greets fade to bitter goodbyes
Wilted roses…petals withered
A sobbing melody and tears that glitter
Cold and cruel, the hopeless glimmer
Still, the sweet pain lingers on hither
The beastly-turned-love hides, resides
in the soft, heart that quivers, sighs
Singing cursed songs of love’s demise
Love, a sweet thorn that never dies.
5th Dec, 2024