Roses are red, violets are blue
Blurred is now the color of the truth that lies in you
Heedles eyes may not have noticed, what wise ones can behold
That behind a chaste countenance countless mysteries unfold
Stout urges of debauchery dwell within the same heart
From which innocence and purity suddenly had to part
Lust enhances its charms to be the one and only rule
And so unstained blossoms become a myth for the fool
For no girl becomes a woman without taking heed to the hiss
Of the sly and cunning voice from her very soul's abyss
And no girl becomes a woman without the clasp of the claws
That vanity and pride project through one's flaws
Fierce fights for fallen feelings make my mind mesmerized
Why would women be willing for such a somber sacrifice?
Will the glory of growing greed devour their daring dreams?
Rather rotten and forgotten under unrelenting sins?
