A flower so tender that longs to be hurt
So scarlet and slender it blossoms in dirt
Seductive and feral so perfect in thorns
One kiss by its prickle and hope is forlorn

That roses conquer the yarns did not teach
But rousing and violent are kisses that breach
Provoked by enlightenment the siege has begun
A triumph of passion a war to be won

Intrigued by its beauty compelled by its smell
The scent of its petals like whispers from hell
The conduct of warfare extends through the night
The blitzkrieg of roses resolves in delight

A flower so tender that conquers by force
Seduction through conquest by roses at war
So tender yet forceful the flower proceeds
To harvest its victims in search to be pleased

Sweet blossom of conduct disposed to prevail
Advancing with triumph to vanquish avail
The warfare of roses sustained by the truth
Both pleasure and violence are there to be used

It knows not its beauty it tries not to dream
So perfect in silence it yearns to be seen
It wants to be picked and compelled to believe
That love and submission are hers to receive

Intrigued by its beauty compelled by its smell
The scent of its petals like whispers from hell
The conduct of warfare extends through the night
The blitzkrieg of roses resolves in delight