Gentle flower, thorny stem
has time enough passed?
have you forgiven him?
The rites of spring, the full moon walks,
brand new love, awkward gropes,
blessings from above?
Can you recall the good that was,
or do stems still prick with poison love?
Gentle flower, thorny stem,
you know you must forgive him.
Alas It's true, for all this time,
The poison is within.
Gentle flower, poisoned stem.