My Red Rose

I wrote this poem about love while listening to Rosenrot. A song by Rammstein. Make of it what you will, unlike what I usually write, I made this ones meaning pretty obvious.
My Red Rose
I love you as I love a Rose.
I wander closer, entranced by your beauty
Yet you are unaware
As if I’m not there
I sing for you
Yet you reply with a honeybee’s sting.
I am drawn only closer I long for your trust
Yet your thorns scrawl and scratch till I burst
I love you and you love me.
Yet we trample and choke those around us.
Then you begin to wilt and your beauty dies
And with it, I begin my lies.
I tell you what you want to hear.
Only because what I desire still draws near.
I do not love you. My wilted repulsive rose, I throw you away
I go back out to the garden.
I brave the honeybees.
I pluck a new flower from your patch.
I place it within your Vase.
My Red Rose. This is my love.
My Red Rose
I love you as I love a Rose.
I wander closer, entranced by your beauty
Yet you are unaware
As if I’m not there
I sing for you
Yet you reply with a honeybee’s sting.
I am drawn only closer I long for your trust
Yet your thorns scrawl and scratch till I burst
I love you and you love me.
Yet we trample and choke those around us.
Then you begin to wilt and your beauty dies
And with it, I begin my lies.
I tell you what you want to hear.
Only because what I desire still draws near.
I do not love you. My wilted repulsive rose, I throw you away
I go back out to the garden.
I brave the honeybees.
I pluck a new flower from your patch.
I place it within your Vase.
My Red Rose. This is my love.