She accepted the vibrant red rose with naive alacrity
Like a child learning to not touch the scalding stove,
she gripped onto the thorned stem with conviction and perfect trust -
and called all the gaslighting and suffering true love
I pleaded for her to let it go, to unpeel her bloody hand
She said it'd take a knife, but I assured her she'd still have her life
She asked, tears in her tired eyes, "Who would believe me?"
"That's of no importance, focus on your safety"