Romance is Dead
Romeo and roses
are not romance
really;
both are short-lived.
Roses whither and die
even with the greatest care.
Thorns are still thirsty
for blood--
as sharp at times
as the sword's edge
that bites the flesh
one nick at a time.
A pool of blood
starts with a drop
and ends when
the spigots run dry.
And Romeo dies young--
as only the good ones do.