From the top, twisted in curves, dark to the middle, and lusted with red for desire. With a stem of a dart and thorns gave to whom in love for required. Given for thanks, and given for blood, it sets the heart on fire. Rested within a gloom of dynasty only to become
a satire. Yet, a week has past, but love has last. More to born, so do not mourn, but this love has been entire.