Of a woman and a rose

Flower.
Tender and delicate.
Handle with care.
One touch too rough,
Turning brown,
Wilting.

Heart.
Sensitive and kind.
One harsh word,
Hiding,
Running,
Breaking apart.

We may be strong,
But we are tender.
The harsher the words,
The stronger we get.
But also grow distant.
With large cold walls.

Roses are beautiful.
But one cannot enjoy them.
They have thorns,
Cutting deep
Anyone who dares come near.
Closed off and alone.

To enjoy a rose,
Thorns must be broken off.
Barriers broken.
Roses are strong
Because they are protected.
Protection and warning.

Break off those thorns
Treat it harshly,
The rose will wilt.
And another might grow back.
But with more thorns.
More protection.

This is the curse
Of a woman
And a rose.
A curse to man
Who wants to enjoy
Their beauty.



I couldn't find complete sentences or paragraphs to put to my feelings so I wrote nonsense.