The rose
Thorns sharp and piercing
Thorns of fear and regret
Thorns forcing the rose at bay
Beauty the bright red beacon
Beauty flowing so pure
Beauty drawing me near
Rose of my happiness
Rose smelling so sweet
Rose calling me seductively
Thorns no longer at bay
Thorns of love now all that pierces
Thorns of fear fade away
Beauty filling my soul
Beauty that shall be mine
Beauty that I hold dear
Rose of my hopes
Rose calling my name
Rose of my life