Some cry that ice will soon soothe the fire.
But from what I know of the things that threaten my desire,
I tend to favor that which saves when my need is dire;
To choose either would be proud, for each I do so greatly admire.

Some cry that fire will burn away the ice.
But from what I know of the things that entice,
I tend to favor that which all pain could suffice;
Only if the costs of hurt were worth the price.

Some cry that to grace one above the other would mean to die,
But from what I know of treachery it would taste a lie
To say that my mind, my heart did not one side deny:
Although, thoughts of both still leave me with an aching sigh.

Some cry that to deny both would still lead to my demise,
But from what I know of two-piece hearts, they always themselves despise;
So I tend to favor nothing, for all end in a heart’s destruction, not a rise
While all fire and ice simply watch the inner trial with their eyes.

I once was a white rose: pure, perfect, plain.
Then the world did pluck my petals away.
I became blackened by the world’s disdain

Further I fought against the worlds pained
Raze of roses: they won and crushed my stem.
I once was a white rose: pure, perfect, plain.

The gardened battlefield was strewn and stained
With the sweet stench of broken, bullied roses.
I became blackened by the world’s disdain.

The white rose ***** of virginity strained
Against hands calloused by the world’s black sin.
I once was a white rose: pure, perfect, plain.

Despite valiant efforts that were in vain,
We allowed our petals to be torn away.
I became blackened by the world’s disdain.

And you, my worldly gardener, did tame
We white roses out of our innocence.
I once was a white rose: pure, perfect, plain.
I became blackened by the world’s disdain.