Dear Beautiful Red Roses

Dear beautiful red roses,

You are given to women to make them feel loved

You smell and look pretty

but once you are put into the woman's hand you prick their finger

drawing out the very color of your petals from their skin

Blood

as it gets older it darkens in color

just like your petals so when there is no more water in your vase

Death

the very thing given to women to show love dies

Therefore illustrating that love does not last

As roses age they lose their scent and wilt
then they are thrown away om the overflowing trash

How do we save our love when it's bound to die?
We get another rose
another act of sharing blood with whom we love

Love will never last if no one gives
The dying roses that carry our blood take that one memory of love with them
They rest in peace in our body with the rest of our blood

So long my beautiful red roses