The garden rose is so beautiful,
Petals so soft and lovely in color,
Her perfume is always appealing,
The sign of love, never offending...
She is known for her ability to please,
And her thorns are forgotten-
Her blossom is the focus for all to see.
She basks in the attention...
She blooms into her destiny...
Till someone tries to tear her down,
Then curses her for her thorns
With offended hand bleeding...
From the rose this epiphany...
Excellence in self defense,
Only when harm is attempted,
Do her thorns come into play-
Appropriately assertive is the rose.
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