Good day guys! Hi there! Could you please help me identify the first ten lines of the poem. Me and my friends tryied to interpret it but we came out with different interpretations. I was wondering if you could give also your own interpretation about the said poem. Thanks guys! More power and Godbless.

The Sick Rose by William Blake
O Rose, thou art sick!
The Invisible Worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.