FairyTale | Olivia Creps

A Gift for Me

A package, received today,
Is sitting on my countertop.
It's wrapped in thorny, frightening paper.
On the decorated note card it says,
A mon belle.

I fear to touch the parcel
Because of it's appalling appearance.
My fingers would be pained by
Even a small prick. But oh! what
Curiosity!

How flustered I have become,
Eyeing my gift.
But if I never remove the wrapping
I guess I will never discover
The rose hidden within.