Blood Flowers

Oh how I long to comfort her
To dry her pearl like tears
To put a smile on those blood red lips
And hear the laughter in her voice.

Yet I can not comfort her
Her pain is too deep
The thorns twisted painfully
Thorns of love and loss.

Her flowers have withered
The color now drained
There is nothing I can do
I am powerless to help.

Let me paint back the color
My own blood will suffice
Take my complexion
My heart filling hers.

I stand alone tonight
In the blue starlight
A pearl tear on my cheek
Did my heart help...

I wonder...