I, Like A Rose

Beauty is self-determined What is to define such a word as beauty? It is indescribable Because none have the exact opinion of another For me, the white rose is the most beautiful creation The pureness of color displays the much desired simplicity But truly, the rose isn't simple at all It is a lonely soul that grows independently And manages to stand out from the rest It keeps a guard up for potential oppressors Only those who get to know the rose within will be accepted by the few leaves it holds And those that its leaves hold are more precious than anything Because without them, it cannot survive It is complex in all of its systems One cannot fully comprehend how much it works to survive As it is a creature much like us The white rose is the story of us all We are all beautiful with color or the lack of We all carry the same guard to never let anyone see too much of us We may allow some people to enter our lives Maybe not by photosynthesis, but it occurs Those who we accept are dear to us and we need them to survive They become our ear to listen Our shoulder to cry on Our friend to learn from Our lover even None are more precious to us than the ones accepted by our own leaves I am like a rose! Are you?