Fuschia pink and turquoise blue,
colors swirling as the sea.
Velvet petals you can feel,
but with thorns as points of steel.
I present them to you, my dearest love,
the perfect beauty as the sky above.
Bright blood gushes from your punctured hand,
I should have added a marching band.
Our love is two-sided as my gift,
I know you might be a little miffed.
You crumble to the ground,
ringing the death knoll sound.
I know I made the right decision,
your death is a heaven-sent vision.