Your skin is fair and perfect as delicate petals,
Your cheeks blush like an English rose.
You shine to all around you,
Drinking in the sun and blossoming in its light.
Everyone is drawn to the sweetness, the beauty of a flower such as you.
And no one ever suspects the truth,
For beneath the surface lies something sinister.
Every flower, too, has its roots.
Beneath the blossom, beneath the earth, under the cover of darkness,
The flower’s sickly sinews knife downwards,
Greedily seeking life to claim for their own.
Your web misses nothing,
It lies just behind your fair and delicate skin, your blushing cheeks, your beauty and your sunshine glow.
You draw all in with sweet nectar and ensnare them in your traps.
And afterwards you shine just a little brighter.
My love, my flower.