Blood rose

I saw a Rose among the grass,
Beautiful and perfect in everyway,
I didn't want it at first,
But her fragrance pulled me closer...

So I picked it... but it had thorns,
Hands covered in blood but I didn't let go,
I was in love with the flower...
But my hand didn't stop bleeding, and,
The Rose began to wilt...

I watched as the petals fell,
Unable to do a single thing,
As my blood petals dropped,
I counted... One she loves me...
Two she loves me not...
Three she loves me not... ...
Four she loves me not... ... ...