Excruciation Affliction

What is beauty?
From the eyes of her beholder
Be this for love or simply duty
Of her heart, he is the holder
Back turned, given the cold shoulder
Fragile and delicate as a porcelain doll
Her soul engulfed in the smoulder
Rejected and cast aside as leaves in fall

Lush crimson velvet petals
Within her beauty her flaws, her thorns
A delicate flower covered in nettles
Broken and shattered by those horns

A droplet of silver rain
A rose diminishing in the presence of her thorns
She is drowning in all her pain
Her tears pool shimmering as she mourns

A rose torn in two
Her heart torn and slashed out
Her appearance mangled and untrue
Left bleeding to simply doubt

Her petals; her allure
Her thorns; her flaws
She sees only her thorns, so impure
At her mind her faults gnaw

Thorns and petals make a rose a rose
She sees no place for harmony, blind to the thought
She thinks she must chose, of the other she fails to dispose
Discarding of both brings only rot

A rose is nothing without her petal and thorn
Both together is a beauty to be adorned