Once upon a time there was lovely rose
Dancing with the wind in the light of dawn
Standing tall in her long sharp roots,
Dearing anyone to break through.

The fool tried and got hurt
The strong tried and broke in two
The brave tried and never dared again.

And when the honest one came
Little was left of the rose she once had been,
The wind had forgotten her name
And from all the petals only thorns remained.

With teary eyes he accepted
there was nothing left to save
And with a broken heart he learned
the lesson of this tale;
Love speaks in flowers, truth requires thorns.

He lighted a match and let her burn.