Rose

My life has so many aspects,
That they're like rose petals.
Having a kind personality,
Is the luscious color of a rose.
For me to be able to stand up for myself,
Would be the thorns on my stem.
But what in my life would be considered the rose?
The way I fit in with everyone,
Or the way I except things as they come.
Those don't meet the qualifies of a rose,
Not being beautiful, magnificent, and lovable.
In the search for the answer,
It becomes so clear.
My life is the rose,
Because it's special, unique, wonderful, and beautiful.
Meaning that no matter what,
The life I have is a rose for me.