I have a garden of roses

For all people to see,

Swaying softly in the winds

As happy as can be.


Deep red their hue

Of love, pure and true,

Basking in the beds

As carefree as can be.


People come to see my roses

Wanting for themselves,

A fragment of memories

For a love that will,

Never end.

The roses have thorns 

Which prick my fingers red,

And stab at hearts

For a love unsaid.


My roses stand forever

A testimony of immortality,

A love which flourishes

For all eternity.

My heart is my garden

My blood the roses be,

Red, deep and glowing,

As blissful as can be.