I’ve always admired roses
But not for their colour
There’s something about them
That I haven’t yet discovered
Yet everyone tells me
That I’m looking into deep
That it is just a flower
Just a little prize you can keep
But yet there is something special
About the roses that you see
And it’s not about the petals
It’s about the thorns to me
It puzzles me how something
So beautiful and rare
Can cut you deep
And you wouldn’t even care….!