A lovely rose with petals soft
A scent so sweet and light
So beautiful a flower
With colors shining bright
But something not so savory
About the fragrant rose
The thorns, so sharp upon the stem
That sharpen as it grows
Yet still lovely is the flower
Despite the thorns that prick
Just as life and love are sweet
They too have thorns that stick
But do not fear to live or love
Life's not exempt from pain
So pick a rose, you may get hurt
But you will also gain!
