The Gardener’s Rose

You are my rose
I can only admire your beauty,
You’re being, but can never hold you
Your thorns would probably hurt me

You are my rose
I would want to hold you-
Badly, but I just can’t
You’re thorns would wound me

You are my rose
You are mine to admire
But never have you
Still, I would take care of you

You are my rose
I’ll be mesmerize by your growth
But I know you’ll never stay forever
because someone my like and buy you