The Painted Roses

The drenched paint through the rose,

slick scarlet has come to glow.

Love is through the calming petals,

But the death makes it unsettle,

throwing the beauty that’s left in petals.

Paint drains through the veins,

It’s back colourless once again.

pure innocence is in chains,

With sympathy in pain,

but the youth slain on each grain.

Gust of paint whips away,

amber’s light has come to play.

Friendship comes at may,

gives a greeting of frays.

But the smile cannot stay.

The paint comes once again,

annoying strain of lavender’s pain,

the enchantment is gained.

But the cupid brings stains,

turning lovers insane.