She Rose
A rosebush hiding its beauty in thorns
A delicate, extravagant flower
Entangled in vines as danger warns
Her single prick shows poisonous power.
Not always was this flower so guarded
Nay, once a delicate budding blossom
Destroyed by love's attention discarded
Leaving sights only described as solemn.
Yet hope still rises from the trampled ground
Pink petals reach towards sunlight once more
Fighting to keep what has again been found
A love not jaded as had been before
Formerly masked by treacherous facade
Became the beauty not one saw as flawed.