The Rose

A red satin rose
Upon a bush
Resting there
Beautifully
With a single
Droplet of water
On the silk petal
Yet it seems close up
As a giant waterfall
Streaming to the stem
I touch it,
So beautiful
As I run my finger down,
I catch it 
On a thorn
I pull away
My blood streams
From the wound
A red pool now
Forms on my finger
How can something
So beautiful cause
So much pain