A rose made of blood
where the thorn cruelly cuts me
blossoms in my palm.
I, a rose...made of flesh...blood
rivalling thorn's red flower.

*******

Thorn bleeds with my blood
pouring red into white rose
my humanity
unable to change Nature's
design - white rose remain...white.


******

I received the tangled hair...it is beautiful...thank you.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-rose-white-rose-thank-you-tankas-for-onelia/