About a rose

A harsh rose stands alone in the rain
Facing the north wind she opposes his disdain
She is a beauty though her thorns bite
She gives the Moon a reason to stay up at night
To see her potent smell cure the paupers pain
Even when he hurts her with might and main
She simply has no personal gain
Which puzzles his plain brain
Leaving her to face the cold void
But she is too unique to simply be destroyed
Even if she weakens and her petals scatter
She is not reduced to the form of matter
In fact it doesnt matter in what form she is
What matters is sadly she's not mine but his
She is at the mercy of his rachid fist
She always tries to show him,but he cant see the gist
That she is a flower too delicate and to be shoved
She doesnt need attendance she needs to be loved
The sky needs to fall,so that she may rise
The top of the world resides in her eyes
She brings me peace when its needed most
But she can not see me,to her i'm a ghost
Trasparent and distant,yet i'm always there
Forfilling my purpose,to give her good care
Like the the earth and sky,into eachother we stare
And as the ages pass i become aware
That we share a bond,put the path is sealed
Until our true emotions are freely revealed