A rose, a single red rose

He hands it to her smiling

"This is a symbol of my love to you"

Her fingertips lightly take it by the stem

But the thorns prick her delicate fingers

She looks to him but he seems not to notice

The thorns begin to spread and grow until they are able to entangle and swallow her whole

The rose is now black and wilted, its petals drooping miserably

She cried out to her love to help her

He looks at her smiling

"This rose is a symbol of my love to you"