When I Rest and Remember

Enemy's been looming in the same shade he's been throwing;

I am only a rose, trying my hardest to keep on growing.

The thorns in my sides are thicker than I care to admit,

but to transparency, I'm striving to commit.

When I rest and remember,

my reveries burn as a small ember.

I love the times I've spotted a human passerby,

I don't altogether know why.

Their curious eyes,

their tickling noses, breaths, and sighs,

it makes me blush more than ever;

their attention, I wish it would not leave, no never.

Attention is never dull or plain,

it is as sunlight to the layers of my petaled frame.

When the shade of loneliness accuses,

to give in to it, my nimble visage, simply refuses.