The Rose

A love poem

The sweetness of a woman
can only compare to a rose.
Such a sweetness no man
can ever afford to lose,

For if he ever did lose,
he would catch the rose's thorn
as punishment for his abuse;
he will be forever scorned.

If the rose is unhappy
it will wither and wilt,
her thorns will become weak,
and her petals will drop.

But, if the rose is happy,
it will blossom and bloom,
spreading her beauty and love
through each and every room.