Lone Rose

A lone rose among thorns
it’s blossomed from a bud to now.
But no one has been able to touch it,
feel the petals against their skin or
smell its sweet scent.

The pain has been too great when
anyone has attempted to get too close to it.
The more they try, what some might call
blood red has taken on its hue.
And it falls deeper in the thorns.

A lone rose remains among the thorns
it will die, unless her one true lover comes
back to this place.

(c) 2011 Kimber Michaela