Delirium

   Rose day ', I had heard.
   Hope flew in, like a bird.
   My garden - full of roses.
  ' Good omen '.It had to be.
   I plunged, deep into glee.

   But crept in me, a fear
   of losing, when so near.

  ' She had a rose too many...
  Mine was thrown away.
  The inevitable hath happend.
  Out came the me in gray.'

  Nightmare ! 
  It must have been.
  As I've often seen.
' She ditches me in marsh.
  I sink with the truth harsh...'

 With joy, comes a price.
 Too long, I've seared.
 With warm blood of bloom, 
 my hands, are all smeared.
 All flowers I'd hacked.
 Roses, I have reared...

...

 She tangos, sans me.
 I trap myself in beer.
 Her disdain - my company.
 I seethe.
 Drink and seethe...

...

 I find her, in my arms.
 Delirium, all but over.
 Her breath - a soothing chime.
 It's time I hath smothered fear.
 And said, 'Better luck next time'.