The Diamond Rose

See the Diamond Rose

Whose beauty all behold

A deep blood red....
Yet opaque

Tougher than stone...
Yet soft

With a will to conquer my own

Strength behind beauty
Defenseless it is not
Diamond skin and thorns of love
Protected is this majestic beauty

How I long to be pricked
To feel the heat of love
To hold my rose tightly
Mixing our crimson flows

That is all I want...
To become one with the Diamond Rose