Loving Secrets

Shroud my body
In a thousand red rose petals
Once the casket closes
And I am deep inside my grave
Toss to me your roses of white
Of purity and grace
So they may conceal the evil
That once clouded my veins
And stilled my heart
Because I grasped the rose
Whose thorns were dipped in poison
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“But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.”
― Anne Brontë