The fate of the Rose

Your beauty was your curse
How tragic, my wild rose!
Those petals are red and cold
Just as the heart of this lustful God
I, precios one, will have you, pretty flower
And pull your petals with my rough hands
You can't stop me, for I have the power
If fighting me, you wouldn't stand a chance
Remember, rose, you belong to me
Don't fall in love with another
There is no way your feelings will win
Against my great divinity and power
Why are you looking at the prince?
Stop! What are you doing to him?
Oh, rose, oh flower. How cruel you can be
You love him, don't you? He feels what you feel
Too late to stop now, he is so in love
Another one mad about you, rose
But remember, you are this God's property!
A romance with the prince would turn into tragedy
Don't kiss him, don't touch him, don't tease him!
You are playing with the prince's heart, wild one!
This can't happen, you are writing his ending!
Both of you are now likely to die one night
That night came too soon for the two of you
You stabbed his heart, you are stabbing your own
I accept that your love for each other is true
But you could have stopped him from ending cold
Look, Rose! What have you done to your soulmate!
He started bleeding for having loved your thorns
Don't regret, pathetic one, now it's too late!
You will always be mine now, my miserable rose

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