A Rose in Bloom

The bud before the rose,

Sprouts new thorns regularly,

 Waits patiently to mature, inevitably.
 

The rose bud blooms,

Exposing rounds of vibrant petals,

And rich green leaves,

This is when fiery human passions breed.
 

A vulnerable species during these temperate times,

How often we protect our body,

But little defense we construct within our hearts;

Much less is applied to shield our delicate minds.