Transcending

The rose wasn't crimson,

No colours to breed;

A tragedy intermingled

with treachorous feats.

A tale spun of webs,

Both loved and despised:

Romeo-juliet or just a comic night.

Aphrodite's might

and Zeus' interference,

A pompous invitation to a mortal 

with endearment.

Adonis, his name,

The goddess was in love;

But the savagery of hunts

or just a name for Jupiter's larks.

The villian unveiled,

A wild boar at its best;

The mortal's mortality,

and the hero now beheads.

A tear shed down,

The planet is crying;

The shadows cloud the surface,

A lover's heart dying.

Venus descends 

from the sky beyond,

To hold the hand 

of the one who is now begone.

Navigating the flight, 

Eyes misted smile torn,

A thorn struck her foot,

She couldn't have ceased walking to the forlorn.

The blood of the goddess touched human ground,

The roses changed colour,

The spread of painful emotions bound.

A love transcending the boundaries of being born;

A love now trapped in the petals of the thorned.

And it is this love that I treasure

under the bed between paper sheets;

The first rose received

from someone now beyond my reach.

A love transcending the boundaries of death;

A love that I can still feel in the thorns that it left.