The rose is delicate
The rose is kind
the rose is everything that crosses your mind
my rose looks beautiful from far away
but that is where you must stay
Because when you look very well
you will see its under a spell
my rose has thorns on its stem
they will prick you if you touch them
and my petals protect the heart
even though its the most beautiful part
and if you pull it from its perch
in the cool, dark earth
it will die painfully
do you want to kill me?
No, leave this wonderful rose alone
let it stay in its nature home
it may be small, but don't be tricked
you will be under its spell with one small prick
you can look, but never grasp
leave the rose, in the past