Just like a red rose,
Soft petals unfold,
Beautiful and bold,
Crimson like blood, a story untold.
Yet danger hides in each thorn’s embrace,
A silent warning, a sharp, cold trace.
For in beauty’s glow, there lies the sting,
A delicate dance of suffering.
Admire the bloom, but tread with care,
For in its splendor, a risk we share.
Lovely to hold, yet pain it sows,
Just like a red rose.