Rose

Sitting in the park on a warm Spring day Hearing songs of a lark while children play There was Rose with her auburn hair With skin so fair and a doe-eyed stare Surely, she looked of an angel Her flawless look and gentle nature Made ladies loathe and fellows crave her Many approached her, eager to please All failed, but one dared not cease To win the love of this angel His handsome face had caught her eye And his charm, Rose could not deny They talked all day and all night, too He planned a date and bid her adieu Waiting to again see his angel Soon approached the day they'd meet again How rapidly they became more than friends Always together, obsessively so Until another caught the eye of Rose More desirous to the angel Her former love soon felt betrayed Wished them dead and to decay With his new found jealousy he soon dealt To make him whole again, he soon felt No one else could love his angel Entering now upon sweet Rose's place Finding them together was a filthy disgrace He bust through the door with a knife in hand And dismembered the body of Rose's new man Heavenly tears of an angel His eyes found hers, and on her they stayed Rose turned to run as he came her way She kicked him towards the wall where his head soon bumped And ran to the window and nearly jumped To fly free like an angel He pulled her away and stripped off her dress The vile lust in his facemade her scream of distress Inside Rose, he forced himself And burdened her with a similar death Never again could someone love this angel 1/9/10