A Lady With A Rose Poem by Miss Grace

The lady in the garden
the garden full of rose
She spent all her time there
On others she didn't impose

The rose reminded her
Of herself and her life
The flower of many petals
The flower with thorns like knife

Sitting on the ground
She plucked a rose bud
But the thorn pierced her finger
Gushing out came blood

Oh! She looked down at her finger
Stopped and thought for a while
Then she licked the blood
And gave a thoughtful smile

That smile was different
It wasn't meant to show pleasure
It was different
It was not to loose composure

A tear rolled down her cheek
That tear was real and true
It showed her true feelings
Emotions that never got through

That's the difference
Between you and her
You and her
Hold different things dear

While you liked the rose for its petals
She wanted it to be loved for its thorns.