A hopeless romantic,
Armed with rose in hand,
A humble appearance in a sappy film.

A thorny stem, the hand begins to bleed
Red, the color of passion,
The color of anger and love.

The stem is green, that paints red
With the liquid passion leaking out of the hand
At the bottom, the passion falls and pools at the feet.

The heart poured onto this symbol of romance,
A dark twist to a classic fate,
Carrying it forward, the romantic trips,
And the white rose falls, and loses its purity.

The pedals fall, one by one.
Like beauty and the beast, the story was done.