The Rose

The Rose
With beauty so remarkable. And strength pure and clear, Her spirit is a work of art ,Yet her face is stained with tears.From the world she can conceal, But no matter how hard she tries, Her soul still rains with tears,That will never reach her eyes. For her radiance may be great, But for those who want her dear,Thorns will tear their flesh, As desire evolves into fear. And to her unique elegance, Her beauty cannot compare,But to discover the truth inside ,Others would not dare ,And so this priceless treasure Will forever remain unclaimed, Until we respect the thorns, Or hands cease to be maimed
Tarek Nassif
21/2/2007