There were two white roses
Embedded in a bed of red roses
They were the outcast of the garden
So they learnt to love each other
And as they did,
The distinctiveness of their love was too pure for these hellish woods
One night,
One of the white roses lost its petals
And only then, did the other rose fit in.
She carved the marks he left on her skin
For his love couldn't be washed away -
And as she engraved his left fingertips,
She grew redder and redder.
She fit in.
So time passed by,
And her redness healed to a pink
The red roses' pity welcomed her in
And so her thorns seemed to have vanished like her mourn
They were truly hidden within
Then atlas, the now pink rose decided to go on an adventure to the english forest
Soon, the English weather welcomed her with capricious skies
She seemed to have forgotten her lover
But not all as what seems
As the lonely pink flower expressed her true colour
She befriended a daisy, and a sunflower too
They blossomed and grew as their own enchanted garden - just to part within a fortnight
While that time seemed short as a winter's day
The friendship would grow long enough for more than one season to pass
And so the pink rose felt the longevity of this new intimacy
She once more showed her thorns to the sunflower
Little did the restored pink rose knew
She and the sunflower had much more in common than she and the red roses back home do
As the end of the fortnight grew near
The wisdom of the English breeze tickled her foreign petals with consultation
Finally,
Their parting was here
And their "goodbyes" held onto new "hellos" and "somedays"
Their "Somedays" were nearer than others,
But she did know someday her vindictive thoughts would leave
And she'd once again become white with amity.
