The White Rose Garden

So wonderfully ravaged
By fortunes untold
Stone carefully damaged
By faults new and old

A garden forgotten
By winter and fall
Though empty and rotten
One pitiful wall

A fool tied down
Among wilted roses
A wish to be drown
Your tremble exposes

Such magical fragrance
In fresh morning air
Baptizing a hindrance
What tale you may share

You were but a statue
With outstretching hands
And dying beside you
Your gratitude stands

A simple knife needed
To cut silver threads
But never succeeded
In burning their ends

And now you still linger
On faraway dreams
Desires that hinder
The truth of those seams

It's always been this
That need of escaping
That painful bliss
Not loving or breaking

Indeed you are frozen
Beneath cruel whys
That road that was chosen
Their innocent eyes

Pretense like no other
A beautiful sight
A mind cursed to wander
In sorrowful white