A Rose with Thorns
When we think
About a rose
We often
Picture the thorns
The beauty
Of the petals
Followed by
Those mini horns
Their sweet scent
May come to mind
But that thought
Gets overruled
By the risk
Of getting pricked
By the fear
Of getting fooled
But you see
Those thorns protect
So the bloom
Can stay alive
Do not judge
A rose with thorns
Like us all
It wants to thrive