Rose & The Thorns

I consist of roses and thorns, a bit of both, something beautiful some seem to scorn,

I don't want to be anything else,you enjoy the roses beauty this way, I embrace this wild palace,deceiving, my thorns show in there protective dismay,

The thorns can be as beautiful almost as grand, helps to defend the rose, if you look deeper you will understand, it needs its own protection or it's bud will begin to close,

Thorns put the rose back together, allow nothing far too near, they nurture and hold it together, and prevents its petal tears,

Lord of the flowers with colourful posies, tending his flowers endlessly for hours,even the beautiful blood red roses,

We all look to you to tend the garden, look after us all as it's you who's its guardian, I like the flowers I watch as they develop and bloom, growing so continue to tend and groom,

Guardian holds on when no one else dares,seemed to know where the rose would be, putting time so tender sowing the care, must have seen what no one else could see,

He loves all the flowers as were not all the same, we look after our guardian too, giving ourselves, he knows each and every one all by name, so we gratefully help him get through,

Showing our beauty never seen, lord my attentive friend,we're the most incredible things that's ever been, we love how dearly you tend,

You know the rose if you don't you will, the rose is as beautiful as its thorns, It's still searching for something to fill, ignore its prickly harsh horns,

They just protect her disguise, ever changing and flowering, a pure beauty in most eyes, going through changes, always developing and growing,

I'm a rose in all it's forms.