Bittersweet

What makes a rose so beautiful?
The bittersweet reality?
Or is it the virtual, delicate beauty?
The petals so silken soft
The thorns an angry guard
Feathers lay at the top
Defenseless and sweet
Waiting to be cared for by one
But the one who decides to brave the prickers
The painful pokers
Deadly thorns
Is the one who will just as soon kill it
The one who will kill it for defending itself
The one who will forget about it
Let it wilt in a week
And who will not appreciate
The hours of time
The hours of effort
That beautiful flower
Took to look so sweet for him
To make a good impression
And only to hope
That he would not kill her