Heartfelt

You hold my heart
And my heart is a rose
Inside it hides things
It's too afraid to show.

It can be a pleasure to have
Or a thorn in the side
Something so small
With mystery inside.

Rich in beauty
But planted with secrets
Dripping in symbolism
Though it's hard to see it.

It's wanted by few
Despite being rare
It lives with seclusion
But blossoms with care.

But it blooms in your presence
Both its sun and its rain
It withers when you're away
Its life force is drained.

You make my heart tender
And paint it with blush
It's yours for the taking
To accept or to crush.

With one single touch
You render it anew
I know it's not much
But I offer it to you.