You are my rose ,as beautiful as the many colours
Of the spring and summer .So very delicate
So very fragile -
So very soft-
You stand tall,and reach out for many
To touch you-
To love you-
But ,not too much-
Not too close-
FOr there are may thorns,
Many thorns to keep loveing hearts-
TO keep loving hearts from getting too close
The thorns prick and make loving hearts bleed.
The thorns are your protection:FROM LOVE
Take the throns away , and you become weak.
You wither from no strength.

I hope this can help the man know weman.
Wemen always make the thorns from Love .But they also will put out their thorns because love!!