My Rose

My beautiful rose,
why have you turned so dark?
Your petals,
once a vibrant red,
now black with sadness.
What have they done to you,
my beautiful rose,
to turn you so dark and bleak?
You were once so cheerful
now you are full of dispair.
Your once smooth stem
now full of thorns to protect yourself.
My beautiful rose,
do not try to hide behind the thorns,
or no one will be able to see
how truly gorgeous you are.
No one will know
the sweetness of your scent.
Remove your thorns,
my sweet rose,
so that someone may find you
and turn you back into that bright rose,
once more.