Decisions, Decisions

There is a flower sat a-bloom

On the table before you,

A beautiful red rose

Spiraling in the subtle sublime,

And you lose yourself in

Its entrancing intricacy.

And my god, your heart's

A-flutter, restless within your chest.

You beg it to silence but it

Refuses your feeble instruction.

Then, as your eye traces the

Peeling petal

'Round its soft edge,

A menacing thorn makes itself

Visible, a sobering reminder

Of Pain's potential.

And thus you are left Mesmerized by a rosy,

Velvet passion's fire,

But hesitant and afraid

To grasp what you so desire.