A stale red slowly drips off,
Off of the thorns that try to reach her
They may grow north
Never reaching the delicacy she radiates

I see in white
As does the rose
The velvet catches me
And I see through drops on the pedals

She slowly spins
A beauty so pure
Time stops
As she walks

I step on dark ripples
Dancing below my soles
Falling colors try to reach me
But this kind of white can never be stained

Dying cream pedals begin to flake
And they fall
The reveal her glow underneath
Her stem never lacks life

I've been revived
And I've been redeemed
And now I see
As does the Rose