I am a rose

You may brush against my lips and find they are soft

That may be enough for you to stay

I am a rose

You may see I am constructed of smooth petals of brilliant color

That may be enough for you to stay

I am a rose

You may find that I am fragrant and sweet and my hues hold true

That may be enough for you to stay

I am a rose

Still you may only see my thorns, they are sharp and draw blood from those who get too close

Or you may find that once I am picked I begin to wilt and fade

Or you may find I am easier to discard from the vase you keep me than I was to pick

That may be enough for you to leave

I am a rose

And I am deciding to put the what ifs to rest

Because I am a rose, and I have found a love for myself thorns and all

That is enough for me to stay