Version A:

Unswept and unforeclosed, I dwell on every thought:
A needle on a rose, forgotten it must not
Be ignored and it will cause pain, petals falling rain,
The lashes torturous fire, whips of tribulating power.
Enveloping cruel love rusts, as innocence is washed away,
Repulsing crimson combusts while pooled love’s enthrall strays.
Though the sting within us kills, we show no one the mark
As expectation rings, promise was disembarked.
Though painful sorrow kills, in smoldering love’s presence,
A rose bearing thorns without ignorance is an everlasting essence.

Version B:

Un-swept and un-foreclosed, I dwell on every thought:
A needle on a rose forgotten, must not be ignored,
Or its fangs will cause pain, whose beauty downpours
Lashes on the back, reminding us of the Whip that tortured,
As every petal on the flower falls, around our knees its red appalls.
Enveloping cruel love, its witless innocence has no remorse,
And expectation doth reign, although in promises we see no gain.
Where has love gone! We show no one the mark where it stings
From within us kills and rings: with sorrow in its presence.
A rose bearing thorns without ignorance, is an everlasting essence.