Roses in the flames

I saw a rose between the grass,

I saw fragile beauty - like a glass.

She was growing like a desire grows,

and she died like the feeling blows.

I saw your face like a piece of art,

beautiful, even if it was just a cart.

But I loved it sice the very first time,

not to love you, was the biggest crime.

I saw you like the roses in the flames,

destroyed by the falsest games,

you was sorrowful and withered,

it was my fault that you out bled.