Rosey Thoughts

If I was a rose would you pick me Despite my green thorns all sticky Would you just place me near your nose And breathe in my fragrance so bold Would you have time to watch me grow Would you mind if I had a soul That was attached to vine on a picket fence Would you take me or leave me to fend For myself in the garden of lavender ladies Where love grows green wild and crazy Would you know me aside another Would you hold only me take many floral lovers If I was a character in your book Who would I be would you look Deep inside me despite my worn cover Would you be charmed and disarmed by no other If you knew me to be poison Would you still drink me And would last moments joy then Still refresh like mint tea If I wasn’t so pretty how could you see The loving ditty romantic side of me and sing There will always be a finer shape Will always see a lovelier face Will always seek more delicate grace Will you always find beside me your only place