Life is like a rose bush.
Petals soft like love or good company.
Silken and smooth as much as a good day is;
Torn if tampered with too roughly, for it's awful delicate.

Life is like a rose bush.
Sought after by those who don't have what they desire,
Wanted by all because of the raw, natural beauty.
Tossed aside when the thick tips of thorns flash their gruesome grins.

Life is like a rose bush.
As beautiful and pure as anything,
Almost utterly indescribable,
And always different,whether in shape, color or scent.

Life is like a rose bush.
Always loved,
But often loathed.