My One Flower, My Rose
She's like a rose; beautiful, strong, but dangerous, unless you know how to avoid her thorns. When you try to become close or learn more about her, she closes up, but I'll pry her open, petal by petal, and dull her thorns. She's been hurt before, by people who don't notice that she's delicate, just like any other flower. I'll shower her with affection, as water to a rose. When she opens up, everyone will see the beauty I've seen in her all along. She puts up a fight when I pull her petals open, she pricks me as I remove some of her thorns; I know she thinks she needs them for protection, but now I'm here. If any weeds come along, I'll pull them away. I'm a gardener with only one flower, and that's all I'll ever need. My one flower, my rose.
Another little one-shot by me. I felt that this described Sam pretty well. How do you guys feel? (: I'mMusicalMe.