• As I show myself to the red velvet rose bud
    it blossums and releases its secrets and beauty
    As a masquito to a light I find myself drawn ever more closer to the ribboned rose.
    As I grow to love this rose the thought of gaining a knew closer relationship creeps through the back of my head.
    I however will not risk what i have gained.
    If the black rose retreats as my cold request approaches it will be the death of me.