Oh my rose,
You are the reason I smile each day.
But you carry your thorns sharp and true
And they could pierce me
If ever I were to wound you.
Oh my rose,
Your beauty is untouchable,
A delicate flame no hand dares to grasp.
You guard yourself fiercely
With the armor of your thorns.
Yet sometimes, you see them not as shields,
But as flaws
Barriers that keep others from reaching your heart.
Oh my rose,
You are the dream
That many long to hold.
A vision of grace and strength,
But you are mine alone.
Let the world seek their own bloom,
For you belong to no one else.
Oh my rose,
You know me in ways no one else can.
You protect me from the darkness,
Letting only the light
Slip through your thorns
So I may grow,
So I may learn to protect myself too.
Oh my rose,
You are not just beauty
You are wisdom,
You are resilience,
You are the quiet strength
That teaches me how to bloom
Even in the harshest seasons.
