Where is thy rose?

Where is thy rose?

I do not see it in my hand
but I see blood pouring from my vision
for thy thorns have pricked me

Where is thy rose?

I do not see it in my hand
but there is a sent that lingers so sweetly
for thy perfumer I smell so strongly

Where is thy rose?

I see it now in my garden
with bloody thorns
and a perfume so sweet