Then came violent winds, tearing away
the delicate petals of innocent roses,
precious limbs torn from their body.
You stare speechless at the sight that remains,
at the thorny echo of beauty,
hollow shell of ravished time.
Nothing but a prickly stem is left to tell,
a forgotten story of hopeless love,
abandoned in the dark.
You ask how, you beg to know why,
but the answer isn’t that they changed –
the question is what changed you?