Oh, Rose By Amanda Hickman

Delicate as a flower

but hardy as the rose

She’s caught in a drought

but still sweet to the nose

At first glance a beauty

attractive in her stance

Sharp to the touch

She’ll lure you with romance

Picked to be packed

Doesn’t want to be given away

She’s a wild one you see

and prefers to stay that way

Loved by default

Suffer herself to be desired

Her beauty is a given

She’d not blush to be admired

Troubled to find meaning

Could she be Daisy instead?

This was the bed she laid in

Oh Rose, how did you get so red?