A rose,
a beautiful flower,
a sign of love.
It's red
Just like blood.
The sharp thorns,
stab you in your finger.
It hurts.
The blood streams over my finger,
onto my hand.
I love to see it.
I like the warm blood,
streaming over my hand.
It has the seem colour as the rose.
My blood is dripping on the rose.
It disapears,
it's gone.
Just like my love for the rose.
> ANGEL <