An English rose in a field of daisies
grows beautiful but planted solo
setting smiles from eyes that see
unseen, the bramble beneath
a hot mess of weeds
sharp with thorns bite
covered in sight by daisies bloom
perfection in petals upon first look
hidden flaws showing forgotten scars
English rose destined to wither alone
as the falls of winter flow
untouched by desire,
unpicked in the snow,
unloved within its naked form
In winters storms growth