is it worth the risk

a flower with sharp deadly thorns a rose of beauteous nature, and divine scent conversely, an avert coming in contact sharp needles are there to penetrate your skin are you the next of kin a breath taking goddess, with eyes seeking you in seconds and a face so stunning that it shines with light that can easily dry the tears however, she lies in the core of scattered broken glasses is it worth the risk its like a fear of inhaling the amazing aroma of a meadow to not inject or intake a deadly disease like walking blindfolded along the edge of a subway platform hazard, peril a hive of honey; most delicious kind that humans can actually taste the hive may beckon you, but you may get swarm and stung by its bees tell me something, is it worth the risk can you honestly distinguish a doubt and a wound? a wound can pierce your mind, body, and soul it can scar you and cause agony that will make you tremble slowly weeping and dying inside a doubt can irritate you it can persist and remain with you forever so tell me now is it worth the risk