A lovely rose with petals soft
A scent so sweet and light
So beautiful a flower
With colors shining bright.
But something not so savory
About the fragrant rose-
The thorns, so sharp upon the stem,
That sharpens as it grows.
Yet still lovely is the flower
Despite the thorns that prick
Just as life and love are sweet
They too have thorns that stick.
But do not fear to live or love,
Life's not exempt from pain-
So pick a rose, you may get hurt,
But you will also gain!
~Elizabeth~