Like a Rose

"I don't want to hurt you."

"It doesn't matter. You can't help it," was the reply.

You see, you're like a rose.
You have thorns.
Most people do.

But also, like a rose,
You are beautiful.
The rose is worth it,
Don't you know?

The beauty is worth the pain.
It always has been.
It always will be.

And after a while
One becomes familiar
With the rose.
And he remembers
Where the thorns lie
And places his hands accordingly.


So with time,
The pain lessens
And the beauty increases.

And you see,
I'm like a rose, too.
I have thorns.
Most people do.

But the beauty is worth the pain.
It always has been.
It always will be.