A rosebush hiding its beauty in thorns

A delicate, extravagant flower

Entangled in vines as danger warns

Her single prick shows poisonous power.

Not always was this flower so guarded

Nay, once a delicate budding blossom

Destroyed by love's attention discarded

Leaving sights only described as solemn.

Yet hope still rises from the trampled ground

Pink petals reach towards sunlight once more

Fighting to keep what has again been found

A love not jaded as had been before

Formerly masked by treacherous facade

Became the beauty not one saw as flawed.