Mirrored Red Rose

I am a red rose,  delicate with pose
 Looking at me, What do you sense?
Yourself, your beauty
Your redness, your fragility
Your tenderness, your fragrance
I am the screen, of your conscious dream
You reach out to your self
I am picked, you pick your self
Torn away from your root
You prick your finger, upon our thorn
And now you hate, the blood that is drawn
You blame the thorn, you blame your self
Your crimson blood, trickles amongst red velvet petals
Your tears fall, I drink them in
Do you notice
the kindness, you bring?
 Did you notice
The vibration of our existence
Pulled away
You note only your pain
Projecting yourself on to me, again!
You crush my head, In the palm of your hand
Discarded to the ground
I am a red rose
Serenely laying naked
Exposed to the sun
My beloved did you notice your sensitivity?
Our strength
I have my beloveds tears
I have my beloveds blood
Nourishing me,
I love this moment, how kind it is
This eternal moment of bliss
My beloved departs broken
If only the beloved knew
The fetters of their dream