A rose is still a rose when not in bloom,
To say so is like to say that grass is green,
But in life when something of beauty is not in flower,
The fact that it is a flower often is not seen.
Roses have thorns as well as blooms,
When grasped give us pain, make us bleed,
So it is so, when one once we loved,
Says something or does against you a deed.
That they are still the flower let us not forget,
And flowers cannot all the time be in flower,
But when they do bloom, how lovely the display,
To be with such a bloom on their hour!