A blue rose

A blue rose is so special
It's almost innocent, yet so strong at the same time
It doesn't fade

And, with a single detail, it can bewitch you
Because its thorns can cut the life
Of the one who loves it the most

But if it were yours
Its scent would make a single moment worthwhile
More intense than an eternity

You would be its spring season
It would open up to you confidently and beautifully
And, in your heart, the blue rose would throw down
Roots to live and leave its mark with

You would feel it on your skin
You can't even imagine how it can grow in a single day
That so much velvet won't fit on your body
With its petals, it will caress you completely

A blue rose will please you
Sweet yet wicked, she's more diverse than your fantasies
A blue rose is so different
The world fears what it doesn't understand, even if it's a flower

They want to hide it, to let it not be seen
But how does one hide so much beauty?
If the wind that touches it is melodic
And its intoxicating aroma smells of poetry

It makes faith waver
And, here, a little piece of life seeking companionship
Needs a voice to tell it: I love you
When it opens up completely before falling dead

It would live in the mind that it bewitches, if it were yours

At least for that day
For, truly, the blue rose
Sweet, yet perverse, is no fantasy

But a blue rose is forever loved
Tomorrow you will cry
You must not forget that it only lives for one day
And the agony is eternal (eternal is the agony)

It only lives for one day
One day