the thorns of love pierce my heart. My heart bleeds in sickening streams. The streams flow with sadness and hate. I cannot stop my feelings for you, they grow in the garden of my soul. My garden grows roses as black as night, but my black roses have rotted away. My garden of roses is choked with thorns. The thorns of my garden cut into my heart. For just as flowers will die without love, my garden of roses has withered away. |
