Just a rose

Just a rose

What do people see in a rose,
That makes them so delicate?
Is it because of their colour,
Or because they are so great?
Why do people ponder,
On why they have thorns?
Do they develop them,
Or was that how they were born?
Why do people think,
That roses are so pure?
Do they believe they are everything,
And keep us secure?
What do people see,
In the luscious colour red?
Is it because every rose itself,
Changes ones thinking ahead?
Is it everyone that believes,
That roses are sweet?
Are there any objections,
For a thing so petite?
So what do people see in roses?
I dont think that anyone knows.
I know what my mind is thinking,
It isnt just a rose.

Nicole Pirri - Copyright© 2007