She was a curious little bud
my oath was to protect her, fire or flood.
As she grew, she stole my heart
and  from her I could not part
Strong and fearless I was now
Protecting my love, was my vow
I stand all day with my sharp spear
Pointing ready for enemies near
Day by day her beauty grew, but of me, she had no clue
Blossoming gracefully with a ruby red glow
My courage and devotion, I tried to show
As her petals, past me, gently fall,
A bitter sorrow engulfs my all.
People praise her for her beauty
Yet to me they show scorn
Still, I am her protector, I am her thorn.