Forbidden Desire

I feel like a Montague, and she is a Capulet.

A single rose surrounded by thorns
The wall of thorns are impenetrable
Even a chain made of diamonds:
The saw  is not able to pierce the barrier.

A single dandelion fights to grow through
Striving to bond with the rose
To merge together
Forming a beautiful bouquet.

But the barrier of thorns blocks the merger
Keeping the rose from truthfully blooming
and revealing her true beauty.

The dandelion waits patiently
Dreaming of the day
That he can finally merge with the rose.