An angel's love spawned a white rose with but one blood red thorn.
I had been warned not to prick myself upon its point, for if I did my heart would be lost to its creator.

The thorn still remains within me, and the rose in the angel's garden...
I had been warned not to prick myself upon its point, for if I did my heart would be lost to its creator.

The thorn still remains within me, and the rose in the angel's garden...