You, Rose

by Samuel De Lemos

You, Rose—
Complexity of thought:
Of tangible beauty,
And tactile danger.

Your petals silken
And fragrant.
Yet, your thorns
Painful and sharp.

What a rare flower
You are indeed,
Delicate on the one hand,
Even though,
You make that
Same hand bleed.

Perhaps, you’re a
Temporal reminder
Of the toil
Found in love.