The Red River & The Rose

Red River running.
The blood feeds the Rose.
Trickle by trickle.
Add to the river,
Contribute to the flow;
Sliver by sliver.
Witness it grow!
The Red River snakes across the land,
Feel it flow, guide it by your hand.
The Rose grows in the River,
Nurtured by the blood,
Open your mind, open your soul: Let it flood.
The River is you,
The Rose, your love;
How do you grasp it, with these moments so few?
This is not war, but neither is it not rough,
This is warm blood and the essence of emotions;
Do not be restricted by your own notions,
Feed the Rose, feed the love;
The cost of emotions is more often than not, more emotions;
The Red River Runs, enveloping the Rose,
Waiting for it to bloom,
Immersing it and protecting it from the gloom;
Red River running, many miles in an hour,
The Rose is fragrant and it is incendiary!
Be aware of it's power,
It has made titans cower,
Do not let the seduction of the Rose be penitentiary;
O Red River all hail thee!
Romance the Rose as Spring does the tree,
In This eternal love will only you be free...