A thorn falling for a rose
Nothing short of ridiculous.
But you’re a rose, my dear,
Can you blame me?

Am I stupid to hope?
Stupid to think that
You could love me too?
Even with my outside?

I’m not too sure.
"The worst he could say is no!"
Exactly, my dears.
I don’t think I could take it.

I can’t lose you.
Even as a friend
You’re what I have left
Though you have it all

You can lose me easy.
Plenty to replace me.
Please don’t.
I won’t.

I’ll protect you
You let me enjoy
The comfort of you
And your sweet smell.