Hidden Thorns

The beautiful rose
shimmering
a symbol
of love

Its petals yet wet
silken
delicate
and fragile

Red as thy lips
frangrance
great
and strong

A cool breeze
lifts one petal
brushes the fingers
that hold the stem

The petal tears away
tears
shattered truth
screams

Beautiful petal
flames
it crumples
and dies

Green as thy envy
jealous
petals wilt
cave in

The grip tightens
desperate
hanging onto life
one so dear

Hidden thorns emerge
tearing
at the skin
green and red swell

The hands no longer hold
die
petals crumple
tears drop

A stem falls to the floor
alone
thorns become hidden
once more