Thorn In My Side

The day has finally come
As I'm watching the sun rise
Walking to my garden
And eyeing your surprise

It's been growing for so long
Receiving my full attention
Now beautiful just like you
My rose which I mention

I take my secateurs
Carefully snip at the end
Picking the most gorgeous
Just for you I'll send

Then leaving in a rush
To give my rose to you
To see your reaction
Though I didn't think this through

As I start my journey
It's such a windy day
My rose is unprotected
Which I'm holding on display

I hear thunder rumble
Sounding like a threat
Determined to keep going
And hope I don't regret

The storm becoming fierce
Moving closer to its eye
Covering your flower
To protect I can only try

But leaves are still exposed
And at the stem they slice
I still have your rose
Though it doesn't look as nice

I hide it down my sleeve
Of the jumper that I wear
To try and keep it safe
I'm taking all due care

Now I've reached your home
Walking straight towards the door
I slide out your red rose
For which I came here for

But as its withdrawn
A thorn piercing my arm
Removing so quickly
Reacting to the harm

The petals all detaching
And now all blown away
The stem broken in two
On the floor it lay

The only thing I'm left with
Though it now tries to hide
Feeling down my arm
For the thorn left in my side

I leave without knocking
Not needing to compose
Within the eye of the storm
You'd never see this was a rose