At the end of every stem of thorns is a magnificent rose.
A rose with pedals of the brightest red.
Behind every beautiful women,
Is a past full of struggles.

Below every stem of thorns are roots,
These roots are strong and nourished.
Supporting every beautiful women,
Is a foundation of love and caring.

Every rose in a field, is brighter than the rest.
Depending on who is strolling through.
For each person is color blind to all but one rose,
One rose, which will be marvelous beyond compare.

When someone finds their destined rose,
They will not hesitate to pick her!
At first they will gaze at the beautiful pedals,
But love will blossom within the stem of thorns.

For a person is drawn in by the astonishing beauty,
But fall in love with its story.
For perfection is not a rose without thorns.
Perfection is a rose whose thorns do not prick.

True love will be proven,
When you grasp the rose by the stem of thorns.
The thorns will not hurt.
For they fill the holes in the person’s hand, their own struggles.