a rose grows thorns for a reason.
the most delicate flower
needs the greatest protection.
the responsibility of caring
for something so sentimental
often outweights any allure of the harvest.
many can admire the beauty,
few can withstand the pain to hold on,
not a soul can keep one alive
by neglecting to give it light.
just as a florist cutting stems
early valentine's day morning,
the softest hearts are always
the first to be broken.
"...any allure of the harvest..."
A breath abating write - roses are delicate for everyone. Well cofigured lines, enjoyed thoroughly. ~(:D)-