The Plucked Rose

Who doesn't like a Rose
A brightness as thick as blood
Think rose; think love
So tender and fragile and beautiful
One in the pack the apple of all
I have seen roses plucked for love
Oh! the bliss, the teary joy!
Who knows your plight?
Who has been there with you?
When the peace of the dew was gone
When all brightness clotted in you
A thief comes but to steal and destroy
And to sickle your pride with force
Leaving in your wake fright and emptiness
The Darkness did not go easy
Nor did your violet flows suffice a threat
Talk a new day, talk a new Sun
Hey Rose, grow with this day
Renew your brightness, shame the Darkness
If I have a rose of mine
I will prefer it's plucked with love

#No to Rape
#Save Humanity
_Jubay
@Silverbirdjbl@gmail.com