The Rose

My heart longs to touch you

To feel your voice ring through my veins

To fill me up with the light of your song

But my heart has shattered into a thousand pieces

With the mirrors around me

I am as fragile as the glass in which these frames once bore

I have denied my love

As I denied your own

No longer are you imprisoned in my mind and soul

No longer shall you be kept from the world

For my pleasure alone

You're free to bloom like the rose

Ever delicate and full of beauty

Do not turn back from the light of day

Do not seek an eternity of horror

A monster holds your heart

As a rose holds my own

Neither can sustain

And both will die

Unless the monster wilts

And the rose runs free.