It is pure and untainted.
So wonderful to look at,
but not at all wise to touch.
Red petals that glisten,
tempting you to come close.
Be careful when you pick it up,
one slip and you can cut yourself.
Its beauty is unmatched.
The most beautiful of people,
turn their heads in shame.
They can not compare to such
a wonderful thing.
One look at it,
and a girl will blush and giggle.
Its as deadly as it is beautiful.
The thorns are its best defense.
One touch,
and you will be bleeding.
Something so fragile,
must protect itself from such
a cruel world.
The rose is elegant and simple.
We all find it beautiful.
It symbolizes love.
A rose will always be a rose.
Nothing will change that.
So wonderful to look at,
but not at all wise to touch.
Red petals that glisten,
tempting you to come close.
Be careful when you pick it up,
one slip and you can cut yourself.
Its beauty is unmatched.
The most beautiful of people,
turn their heads in shame.
They can not compare to such
a wonderful thing.
One look at it,
and a girl will blush and giggle.
Its as deadly as it is beautiful.
The thorns are its best defense.
One touch,
and you will be bleeding.
Something so fragile,
must protect itself from such
a cruel world.
The rose is elegant and simple.
We all find it beautiful.
It symbolizes love.
A rose will always be a rose.
Nothing will change that.
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This is a Ballade. Took me a little while to write. Enjoy.
