My Rose.
So proud and strong you stand.
Against wind or rain,
snow or sleet.
You stand in beauty,
unwavering.
Against it all.

You are a rose though.
Protected by just a few thorns.
Not to take on the whole world.
Not alone.

But I am here.
I will help,
I will heal,
I will care,
I will listen,
I will mend,
I will hold,
I will protect.

I am here,
for the beauty.
That is my strong Rose.