A rose
    its petals shine
 soft with angels' light
  and goddess beauty
  tender on its face

        Gentle hands
   that stroke the flower
  and nurture all its life
     and trusting rose
     doth lift its face
  accepting sunlights touch

      Yet, tender hands
       no longer tender
    enclose its golden life
 and tear it from its garden bed
   to rest within their grasp

Encaged within their hands and heart
  the rose weeps tears of blood
     torn from her freedom
     and named a treasure
   the flower learns to fade