The Rose

One cannot say how it goes,
but man cannot resist a rose.
It grows and grows until it blooms,
sometimes it will consume.
It's thorns protect its fragile body,
from those who are real naughty.
Its beauty steals the hearts of men
thousands, millions, even ten.

but one can say that it is good,
for men wouldnt be what they should.
Without a rose, a man may weep
but love he couldn't really reap.

And so the rose begins to rise,
a man would kill for the prize.
but man cannot truly resist
the beautiful rose and it's kiss.