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"
