I should have been named Rose,
for I am full of thorns.
Those who draw too near,
or dare to touch too readily
may bleed, and dance uneasily.
I turn to the sun in passion’s grace.
I welcome any rains that come.
I am unafraid of blowing winds.
I dodge the hail dumped by storms.
I scent the garden in sweet surrender.
I allow the strong of heart to pluck my blooms.
I await thoughtful gardeners who seek my embrace.
I should have been named Rose.
annarino writes 
Beautiful!!
Hello my dear and prickly friend 😉… I luv ❤️ this little rosy poem. It truly expresses my very own way of being. I think we may have alot more in common than either of us realized 😳……But I’m actually happy about that discovery. It’s nice to know and actually makes me feel better about myself to know there’s someone,(especially my own friend), have similar feelings. 🙂 Luv u to bits, Faith 😘