If a thorne'd rose I hand to thee,

The barbs thereon were not meant to be,

The blush of the petals were my intent,

Not the blood that you have spent.

A tainted word I never spoke,

But with your words, my heart you broke,

Your happiness was my only desire,

But now you claim me a heartless liar.

Now my soul is heavy with grief,

Is yours now filled with deep relief,

That I have been so openly scorned,

And my heart has been so deeply thorned?

A wish to you I would still make,

That your life is full and love not fake,

Let angels guide you from above,

And may God grant you an eternal love