Rose with Venom

Imagine roots hung with roses in a far away forest
It is the most beautiful thing
Yet,
It cannot be replace by the venom feeling of the spike.

Once there was a young fellow
He walked past the forest
He acknowledged their being there,
Because of how beautiful the roses were.

He thought it is the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen,
Well,
The second of cause
The first would be his wife.

He slowly walked towards it
To feel the rose's pedal
As he started to gently free the rose
A few spikes had struck his palm.

It is bleeding
He need to be treated
But,
He is far away from the nearby town.

Alone in the wild.

What could he do?

He stayed,
Rested.
Hoping the blood would stop oozing out.
But...

Hours later,
His body lied lifeless on the dirt.
and the wife,
had never received the rose with venom and the love of her life.