It's really up to your interpretation, I'd just like to know what you think. |
The garden flourished in the spring Every rose of red and white Love and purity, it’s colours sing Each rose’s petal was a calming sight The sun’s warmth and the roses growth The love of red and innocent white Unbeknown to future woe Unbeknown of love’s poison bite So the flowers thrived deep in bliss It’s poisoned woes soon to bring Deep regret of love’s first kiss The waking pains, the poison’s sting Between red and white in the garden’s midst There hides a rose of vibrant blue Far from reach within shrouds of mist It sings of times, of falls now due And the setting sun than fades away Songs of love become an anguished scream For the darkest clouds now come to stay And love now lost is but our dreams The darkest clouds let forth their pain And as they wept the garden withered No longer love nor innocence reigned For the single rose of blue delivered From red and white to deathly black No longer love, no pure white From black to stone the roses cracked And all seemed lost upon a barren sight But there it danced in the breeze The bluest rose I’d ever seen And as it sung of times to come I danced to it with my heart so numb |