How beautiful is this rose?
So beautiful in fact, that I plucked her
And brought her home.

Separated her from her roots
Because her beauty suited
My own selfish desire to have her.

It wasn't until her petals began withering
Her stem began to brown
Her once strong thorns, now soft to the touch

That I knew I had done a terrible thing
By bringing her inside
And shielding her from the rain.

How would she ever grow now?