Deadly rose

Deeply hidden in the woods,
there was a flower, i understood.
With thorns o so deadly,
was a flower o so friendly.
No one ever came close,
afraid to touch that beautiful rose.
Many just had to try,
many failed, they can't deny.
Always the flower was on her own,
why? only she had known.
Not many friends she would gain,
always alone, but without pain.