Tulips Are Better

My hands are red
Shaking and bleeding
From the rose's thorns.

How I longed for my tulip
Her thorns seen by my naked eyes
But the rose had such a captivating beauty
That blinded me.

Now I can hold my tulip again,
Her beauty is much more than skin deep
And I can see her imperfections with my naked eyes
And my hands shall never bleed again,
Because now I can see
That the tulip is better.