• She is like a Rose, with its delicate bud
    that looks so easy to pick.
    But one ought be wary, should she be taken in haste,
    The careless touch thorns that p***k.

    If you pick the Rose still, Regardless of wounds,
    One will sooner than not find,
    That the Rose will slowly but surely wilt,
    And in my eyes, that is a crime.

    For this I say, pick your Roses with care
    for Thorns of the Rose are worse for the wear.