Hell hath no fury when a Woman is deeply scorned Nothing worse to her than disregard Tears shed to find a focus Longing for someone to notice A Withering Rose Amidst the Thorns There she waits seething glooming Losing the faith of what lies in her heart So Forlorn from resentment and short temper Beneath the layers of anger dying to be discovered A bit of fragrance clings to The hand that parts sweet sorrow Where does though linger in what grove Now wintry winds no more heard An ethereal creature Emerge A Rose Amidst the Thorns Still she waits melancholy Tempting the fate of who might mend her heart Although torn, from a bitter sweet surrender Looking for refuge in rain won't find pleasure without pain Her love is not a cage but a work of art She needs constant reassurance Don't bother craving the rose If you can't handle the thorns What does'nt kill us makes us strong She awakes mystic blooming The rarest essence lives inside her soul So brave, courage out to make forever known Beneath the layers of an angel Lies A Rose Amidst the Thorns