I

She just wants to be loved,

Without love that she craves,

She symbolically,

Piteously, withers and fades,

As a dying rose

On a Winter’s grave.

And she needs to feel love

Or, she feels betrayed

And she’ll hate you back

In twisted ways.

Vengeful, childish,

Spiteful schemes,

For you have shattered

Her nurturing, unspoken dreams.

II

Scattering rose petals upon the bed,

She lays down as laying out the dead.

He enters the cold corpse

So missionary

With frigid, holy ceremony.