The Fifth Rose

I stumbled into some roses
A long time ago.
At first I was very happy,
But then they became my foe.

Everytime I tried to pick one up
A thorn would prick my finger
That feeling of pain,
It always seems to linger.

I tried four separate times,
Each rose was different.
All four did the same thing.
They all left an imprint.

I was fed up with this,
I had had enough.
All these situations
Were just too rough.

I thought it best to leave
Them all behind.
None of them seemed
To be very kind.

I turned away from them all,
And walked away in haste.
In doing so I tripped,
And fell on my face.

Right there infront of me
Was a rose different from the rest.
I looked at this rose,
And it truly seemed to be blessed.

I reached out my hand as I
Got up from the ground.
Then I thought of the others
That I had found.

I hesitated as the memories
Started coming back to me.
A slight tear ran down my face,
The rose itself could even see.

I looked at that rose,
And in that glance
I knew that I simply
Could not miss my chance.

I took a deep breath,
And I held my hand out.
I was expecting pain,
I was ready to shout.

I closed my eyes and decided
To let the rose come to me.
If it does, then we are
Truly meant to be.

And in that moment,
I felt its touch.
First thing I noticed was
It was very lush.

There was no pain whatsoever
I started to rejoice.
I finally found him
The one of my choice.

I knew he was special
Just by his looks.
I knew that he wouldn't
Ever be a crook.

I embraced him fully,
So glad that he's here
I felt so silly, thinking there
Was something to fear.

I held him to my face,
And not a scratch came
I became so happy,
And only had him to blame.

I began to walk away
From all the others
He's the only one
That really matters.

Eight months and twenty-two
Days have passed.
I knew on that first day
That we would last.

I hold that rose very dear
To my heart.
I know that we
Shall never part.

Now I only feel pain when
He's not by my side.
I love him, it's a feeling
I just can't hide.

And now is the end of my
Tale of the rose.
Of how I searched for him,
And how I was chose.