Still contains thorns that hurt
With it's root intact and nourished and cared
It will delight you for many a years
Cut of it's roots to trap it in a vase
Your asking for trouble
Solitary confined within it's murky cage
Time starts to show it's age
Alas upon one time the cage was a vase
Crystal and gleam with shine
the water may of once been clear
And to taste would be divine
Whereas the present
It has failed
The Vase will stand with
No water
No flower
No scent
Just a thorny stem within it's murky cage
Love is relative as what is sweet now
Fights and arguments and then a row
What was once beautiful
Is now dead
But they seed will spread within the wind
And plant it self and grow again
Leave this be and soon you'll see
A Rose With Such a sweet scent and visuals
But that still contains thorns
