Dear boy who picked me,

     I’m the rose, with the lovely petals

     But it’s the thorns that I have that go after you

     They hurt you when you pick me up

     And I let you down when I don’t want to cut them off

     I apologize but they have always been with me

     Protected me from those who tried to pick me

     Those who just wanted to hurt me

     They have always been there and you just came into my life

     Change isn’t easy but for you, it seems worth it

     I just don’t ever want to regret getting rid of my thorns

     Without them, I’d have no more protection

     But for you, it seems worth it

     I’d rather take the risk than to not have the experience

     If I get hurt, I learned my lesson

     And the thorns return

 
     Blossoming and bright red I shall be

     If I don’t get hurt

     Now don’t fret when my petals get a tear or I slumped down

     Your love holds me together

                                                                                                                             With love,

                                                                                                                              Your rose