Rose

Why do things have to be difficult,
Or really hard to say...
To tell someone you love them,
If in any way.

Why can't people like each other,
For who they really are?
More than looks, size, or weight,
That is really bazaar.

If it seems pathetic,
Why do we do so?
If it hurts the others,
We just tell to go.

If we hurt the others,
Why hurt them now?
Because in a few years,
They will wear the gown.

A swan is just a swan.
Who likes to blow its trumpets.
But the one who is to blossom late,
Will once become the best...
a lovely rose.