You can’t have a rose without thorns.

No matter what is sworn,

it will never be yours.

You will be haunted until you find a cure.

The beauty is one never seen before.

Its dangers are meant to be forewarned.

A rose is made of many components.

Thorns, a defense mechanism,

which doesn’t mean to always hurt,

will pierce your heart.

The prick of a thorn,

will forever be worn,

For it was to be told.

The stem you cannot hold,

wants to be picked.

It can’t throw a fit,

yet you’re at fault,

since you wanted out.

Don’t act with arrogant action

until you take the proper precaution.

The pluck of a petal unlocks its levels.

Constant plucking leaves it bare,

so set them aside with care.

Preserve them in a hidden lair,

or let the petals flow in the air.

They symbolize what cannot be seen,

ranging from rebirth, love, and mystery.

What else can make a rose stand out,

other than its smell?

Its scent is truly special,

making your nose wrinkle,

if you’re not meant to intermingle.

If it is meant to be, you will feel a tingle.

You will breathe in a comforting scent

and feel the need to ascend.

Just don’t forget what home smells like,

or else you will lose the light

that leads you back.

A rose can be yours or your foe,

so watch your tone, and don’t roam.

Everyone handles their roses differently,

so keep your anger separate from your rose.