The Rose is blessed.
To be so beautiful yet to be surrounded by a love that guards it
Keeping at bay trespassers and oppressors
So its beauty may reign freely with pride
Only those that truly love the rose will risk the cutting of its thorns
One cannot be too hasty or fervent in its approach towards it
But must respect its being
In order for it to respect its spectator
So I ask for a cloak of thorns to be placed over me
That none may take my beauty from me
Until I am ready to freely give it
For unlike the rose
I cannot be plucked,
So let me comfort my soul.