Here is My Rose...

Here's my rose.
I know it's a little wilted,
I know it's a little dark around the edges.
I know it's not new and freshly-picked,
but it holds all my beauty,
...and all my imperfections.

Here is my rose.
There are thorns attached to my stem, so sorry if I prick you.
I can't help it, some things I was just born with.
These things are from my roots.
Still my rose holds all of my beauty,
...and all of my imperfections.

Here is my rose.
I give it to you.
Please water it.
Please tell me you love it.
Tell me it's lovely.
It holds all my beauty,
...and all my imperfections.

Here's my rose.
It has seen storms.
It's been blown about and tossed in the wind.
It's been trampled on,
but somehow it's still here.
It holds all of my beauty,
...and all my imperfections.

Here is my rose.
I'm letting it go.
Do with it what you please.
Trim it up, put it in a vase,
but whatever you do,
Don't shatter it, please.
It holds all of my beauty,
...and all my imperfections.

Here is my rose.
Here is my life.
Shatter my rose.
Shatter my life.
I give you all of me.
My rose is yours to keep.
It holds all my beauty,
...and all my imperfections.

Here is my rose.
Filled with "I love you's,"
and "I love you nots,"
I've run out of petals.
Take better care of my rose than I have.
It holds all my beauty,
...and all my imperfections.