dancing Rose

Dancing rose the thorns do hurt Beauty with a painful edge A delicate paradox within In every petal pledges a sin The sweet cent that lingers Mixed with a supple sting A fragile farce reminders that love is not a simple thing But sill we are still drawn to roses there slender and there poses So dance with me and be my pain Please never never let me love again So embrace the stem of thorns and feel the mystery of love so for in the heart of a rose Where the blooming I will never know