A Rose To a Weed

What is a rose to a weed, The latter we fight, The other we feed, One grows in spite, It takes over with greed, What is a rose to a weed. When will a rose use it's thorns, We cut them for love, They are picked as we mourn, For those we think of, For those we adorn, When will a rose use it's thorns. Can a weed be a flower in bloom, They grow in the wild, With petals which loom, Admired by a child, Like wild flowers assumed, Can a weed be a flower in bloom. Why is perceived beauty admired, A rat and a rabbit, Not equally desired, Caterpillars are maggots, Presuppositions are liars, Why is perceived beauty admired. So now, what is a rose to a weed, Can't a weed be a flower in bloom, When will a rose use it's thorns, I ponder such queries till expired, Such as, perceived beauty admired.