Revenge

Revenge, a blood filled rose
Each day this deadly flower blooms, getting fed by the sorrowful hose
The hose being the word, and the water the blows
But each day the garden, with flowers grows
The flowers are outside of the gate, being fed by the river
With each new day, the gate began to shiver
Eventually the gate broke, and the rose with its thorns
The river, this flower it adorns
The flower grew, its beauty caused the water in the hose to brew
The hose shot, more than ever, but the flower it did not sever
Instead, the hose itself began to dissever
The hose disappeared for ever and ever
All because the rose never took revenge 
Itself it did not need to avenge
For its love fixed everything
Revengeance did not get a chance to sting.