I.
A rose
Is a rose
Is a breath of flame
Beauty must be dressed in thorn
To survive more then one love
II.
Rose
Contradiction
You like a woman
Are dual cast
Bound in grace
Prone to torment
A knot of flame drawn inward
Never to untangle
Dancing between the thorns
III.
When the blue rose first changed its color
Lusting after the sky
We could do nothing more then let it grow
Dressing itself in reflection
Something drawn up from the earth
To rival the heavens
IV.
Oh clenched fist of a lover
You were a rose of too many
Dancing thorns
The blood
The blood
I could not hold on
V.
A rose
Is a rose
Is a barrel of flame
A shotgun holding red
This is the way the world
Reminds us it is beautiful
This is the way the world
Reminds us of its thorns