Love is difficult Much like holding a rose Its thorns will puncture you if not handled carefully Katherine De Gray is that rose People who spoke to her tell her she's an angel. A personality's soft and warm Behind everyone's thoughts and words She's a woman wearing a mask Masking her thorns of imperfection Scared to be adjudicated by many Cynism became her shoulder Being chartered became her world Shunned by the man who is a bringer of treasure (Cover art by me)