When I Look Upon the Roses

When I look upon the roses I see a flower oh so fair But the stems I touch remind me That each their thorns they also share I see how love and pain collide When I look upon the roses With many colors that they wear All it's beauty it imposes To hide the pain that it does share It tries to cover up it's thorns When I look upon the roses I see a beauty that adorns Life is somewhat like this flower So full of love but also pain I think of how I'll handle each When I look upon the roses