The Rose

Red is the colour
Of love and desire
A colour of passion
That’s meant to inspire.

When I return
I will bear a single red rose
To stand for the passion
The desire
That I have found.

I will hold it’s stem right
In the palm of my hand
To stand for the love
The compassion
The joy
That I have finally found.

But also to stand
For what I’ve endured
Years of being pushed away

Years of being angry.

Because when I return
I will give you the rose
As blood drips from my hand
Because every rose
Has it’s thorns.

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