• It seemed so perfect
    That rose you so tenderly
    pushed into my palm;
    Into my heart.
    The petals gleam with crimson glow;
    soft as velvet.
    Delicate it was, so easily broken;
    as if it were a butterfly's wing
    Encrusted with the jewels of the rain.
    The stem, a worthy foundation;
    healthy and a lush green,
    but easy to collapse under such weight
    of our love.
    Indeed, that's what it did;
    this perfect rose, this perfect love,
    both fragile, both beautiful,
    both broken by the jewels of the rain--
    both crushed by the jewels of the rain