Layers of expectation bound tightly
Like a coiled spring
And only spring can release it
To reveal its full beauty
Once open, each delicate petal
Tells a story of its magnificence
And the allure of its fragrance
Is evidence of its enchantment
Though there are others that are similar
Its singularity is obvious to the discriminating eye
And wise is the reaper who notes
The thorns are merely nature’s guardian
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