A red rose grown in concrete Area distasteful Beauty astonishing What a tough flower... All for the eye None for the touch But oh what would it mean to pick it, To hold, to cherish Tempted but each hurt in succession But what to do with a resilient flower Eyes are fed but hands deprived Oh what to do Picking petals to decide if she loves me, she loves me not So to stare in a distance and admire with love Forever be hearts apart