The Rose

Is there depth in your eyes I suspect
Or the surface I neglect
I should be really satisfied
Hard to believe your glooming face died

Things, people and reactions
Ignorance, must be careful
Don't trust the murder of your trust
I there trust in what we murder

Beauty is a composition
It's in the heart
Don't play out of tune
Or it will kill the rose, like a dart

Out of the sun in the shade
She'll surely die
Though I tried to lie
Stranger forces made it die