The Beautiful Yet Loathly Rose

There is a rose with hues of pink and brown amid the pages of the book of my life-

That once used to hold the fragrance of yours only to etch it across the words of love with which I had inked those certain chapters of my life.

There is a rose with hues of pink and brown amid the pages of the book of my life-

That now is only capable of pricking me with its protruding thorns only to shroud those certain chapters with that faithlessness of yours.