"THE ROSE"
is protected by it's thorns.
If you get to close,
you may feel their painful scorn.
There is a man that I know,
he reminds me of a rose.
He has grown a shield of thorns,
to keep his heart enclosed.
The painful pricks I will feel,
if he thinks I'm getting to close.
But I can handle all the thorns,
as long as he is my rose.
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