The Tomb

"I love you, rose

Give yourself to me

I will be your vase

Together we shall be"

The rose gifted herself to the vase

Together they stood

Withstanding the weathers

Love prevailed, life was good

Every day the rose gifted

Delicate new petals

To her precious vase

For their love to last and last

And the vase began to grow

Suddenly cutting into her stem

Till blood covered her brow

"What are you doing?

You are killing me",

Cried out the frightened flower

"You will not die

I shall not set you free -

You know I do not like

The wind that sings to your petals

And you accept it

I do not like the rain

That rests on you like the dew drops

And you permit it

I do not like your fragrance

Reaching another vase

Why don't you hide it?

I do not like the morning sun

That sets your beauty radiating

So, I will build a wall

Around you

With my body and my blood

You are mine

And no one else

Would ever cast an eye on you!'

And the vase lost his form ...

He grew into a shape - vaseless

He converted himself into a tomb

That locked up the rose

The delicate flower died

I ask you -

Whom did she leave behind?

The vase?

Or

The Tomb?