Bleeding Rose

I am a sweet and fragrant rose.
Innocent and pure...
Loving life and open to love.

What is this? What is he doing?
My petals are being torn.
I am bleeding.
Watch me bleed.

Bright red drops fall.
I am no longer trusting.
I am scared and cautious.

Here comes the rain.
Gently falling and caressing my brokenness,
It washes away the blood
And cleans the wounds.

Now here I am,
My petals have grown back.
They are more beautiful than ever.

I wait patiently,
Strong and confident and standing proud.
I'm waiting for the one who will cherish me.
The one who is loving life and open to love.