She was a delicate rose red
Divine to admire but can't be held

Surrounded from thorns of her past
Till her last breath they will last

She was planted in the dark shade Never saw sunlight thus never saved

And then one day came a gardener
Teared his heart to see her suffer

He brought her from dark to the light
Caressed her cheeks held her tight
Her throns piercing through his skin
His blood washing away her every sin

Both drenched in colour of love
And so was the sky above

Then birds sang and the sun arose
Likewise the gardener saved our rose

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Dedicated to Polllardii :')