There was once a rose
With very many petals
It was always caring,
Always very special.

One night on a Saturday,
She decided to settle.
She gave up herself,
And suddenly lost a petal.

She looked up at God,
Even asked him why.
But nobody answered,
Nobody replied.

She settled some more,
The sins kept on adding.
The petals kept on falling,
Slowly subtracting.

In the end, there was one,
Barely anything left.
She gave her last petal,
Robbed of innocence, it was theft.

She didn't realize,
What had been done.
Until he left her alone,
It wasn't very fun.

There once was a rose,
With very many petals.
She gave them all up,
Now she's not special.