Gift

I was given a rose
So white and pure
Petals so soft and beautiful
Reasons for my gift - Obscure

Its beauty runs deep
Silken skin melts my heart
I want to hold my rose
But fear it shall depart

The rose stays closed
Scared of what?
I patiently await its true self
While seeking rescue from my loveless rut

I am afraid to touch
For fear of death
So delicate and fragile
Yet, I yern for it so much...