He loved roses.
He told me I was his rose.
A beautiful red rose;
Each soft petal, was my love, He believed, and he wanted all of them.
I have thorns too, I reminded him.
Thorns to protect our Love, He comforted.
But it was when I finally blossomed, that I realized that I wasn’t the rose he wanted to preserve inside the book of his heart and cherish forever
But the one he wanted to destroy.
I love her, I love her not; I love her
His heart whispered, with each petal he plucked.
I gave each one of them to him, just for him, to love me NOT.
He’s there loving lilies now,
And here I am now,
With my thorns, still protecting, what I lost long ago.