Something simple

Something pure

Something peaceful

It talks no more

For all its history

Written in blood

Red roses are lovely

The color of blood

People adore them

Why not?

For roses are lovelies

Drenched in blood

People love people adore

They give as a token

Of love

But love is not so simple

Not always pure

People have died for those they loved

They gave them roses

Drenched in blood