Petals of crimson lustrous design,
I heard that love is blind, unkind,
I know that love is cruel and untrue,
It leaves you glowing and all anew,
I thought I could keep it, grasp it tight,
That golden haze and violet hue,
And it wouldn’t leave me cold again,
Now I’m grieving once more, in pain,
Love seems to be fleeting, like a rose,
It’s petals dropping, slowly decaying,
A deadly night shade of cherry black,
Poison I’m half drinking from this cup,
It makes me sink into hidden despair,
Just as I’m dreaming of floating on air,
Pretty petals cannot comfort me at all,
Into a catastrophic deep sleep I fall,
Only to wake with new sight of this world,
Awake I’m unsure of what I will find,
I heard that being blind sighted is kind,
True, rose tinted and unfathomably blue.