A Confession To the Red Rose

Though People think you are so soft But I know in your veins is blood Who want to touch you in the croft, Whose heart submerges in zeal's flood And your attraction makes them bleed To hear, it seems cruel, indeed O rose, your thorns always hurt those Who want to pluck your soft flowers You hurt when the danger is close You leave when one quits your bowers And in that way, you save yourself And so keep smiling like an elf But, I'm a man, I have no thorns I have my hands to do my wish In pleasant form, I am like dorns And to catch birds, I can say pish But I am more harmful, I think I can hurt someone in a blink I have a tongue to say such words Which can break someone's heart to core I soaked in blood thousands of swords, All is for me, is not that sore? Any rose never plucked a rose Who cuts own heads, I am in those I am not fragrant, that makes me Think I'm not perfect, I should have Everything, of need that can be So, I can spend my life in rave You are so soft but have no wish And I need you, I'm in anguish