You are like a rose
tall and elegant
swaying gently in the breeze
bringing joy to many
Just like a rose you have a pretty face
as you turn towards the sun
getting taller and stronger everyday
until your eventual decline
you have such pretty buds and stems
but your anger is like the thorns
sharp and prickly
ready to draw blood
potential suitors swam around like bees
while the bullies can be compared to aphids
your friends are happy to keep them away
until the sun goes down
Though your beauty can not last forever
enjoy it while it remains
in the eyes of who have seen you grow
you are more than a rose
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