A beautiful rose
Stood alone in a garden
Her song was sweet but her thorns were poison.
She longed for a being of value
To smell her sweet fragrance
Though when push came to shove,
They all ran from her fierceness
She could see through.
Spiked, dangerous thorns
Adorn this beautiful rose,
Come to close you will be impaled,
Never touching the beauty
That dwells in her petals
So lovely, so graceful,
All were enamored by her siren's call
Under her spell, they would gladly fall
She would sing so sweetly,
Day after day men would seek her
Castrated by the thorns she bares
Cut to quick, by her wit and honest stare.
She is a beautiful, sweet fragrant rose
Though come to close to her poison
She will steal your soul.
She is an old soul, who has bore much abuse
Her petals so soft, grew armor
To protect her tender heart.
Now no one can harm her
She has set herself
A world apart.