The Storm of the Rose

In the garden of my heart, where shadows dare to roam, I am the Rose, once shy, who thought herself unfit for home. Though petals grace my face, and sunlight warms my core, I am the Rose with thorns, the prickly one you adore.

The storms of life may come, and tear at me, But in the aftermath, the sun does shine, and I am free. A smile upon my lips, I dance within the breeze, But in the quiet moments, doubts and fears do seize.

This Rose, once small, now full and tall, I question if I am worthy, for I am not immune to the fall. Yet you, the sun, the light that guides my way, You come to me, and in your presence, I do sway.

I am the Rose, guarded and afraid, Yet you, the sun, have broken down the shade. I am no longer wilting, but growing strong and bright, Though storms may come, I know you'll be in sight.

What's done is done, and yet, I ask for more, For in this life, I long to be yours, and yours forevermore. No longer a seedling in the ground, but a Rose in full bloom, I'll face the storms and the sun, with you, my eternal boon.

So how do I solve this life, these feelings I possess? I'll cherish every moment, with you, my happiness. For I am the Rose, with thorns and all, But with you, my sun, I stand tall.