Rose Heart

Don’t pick me just for fun
And let me rot somewhere
In bitter hebetude
And look at me from there.

Don’t cut me from myself
If you can’t give meaning
To my deviant state
That I cannot escape.

Don’t carelessly touch me
If you’ll blame me my pricks.
You know I’m not glabrous,
Nor am I impassive.

If you can’t keep my bloom
Or quench my daily  thirst,
Please let me stay my peace
Than die of love alone.

Just pick me if you’ve seen
That I deserve caress;
That I can share my hues
To disport you from glooms.

Cut me if you’re ready
To wrap me with élan.
It is the only stem
To life and elation.

Touch me like you mean it;
Hold me like you need me;
No matter how it hurts,
To show me what it’s worth.

I’ll blush and always flush
To keep your heart cheery.
For I can’t live sans you
While you can without me.