Beauty of the Rose
Stings like that of a thorn on a rose.
So small, so powerful.
The thought of it makes me feel
The pain that the sting brings.
I want to grab that rose,
But it comes with that cost.
Sometimes I wonder if I'll obtain you,
Even though it will never happen.
Maybe I'll grab some violets or sunflowers,
But they aren't the same as the rose.
The beauty it demonstrates
Just cannot be beaten.
All I want is that rose.
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