Women are Fascinating.  Like a rose in it's thorny bush.  You can appreciate it's beauty from afar, or you can try to get closer to sample it's fragrance. 

If you choose the latter, you're bound to get pricked by it's thorns.  It's just the nature of it.  And just a matter of time. 

I suppose that the thorns are there to protect the flower.  Yet I am a patient gardener . . . there to nurture.  I'm not interested in plucking the flower and watching it wilt and  lose what makes it so beautiful to begin with . . .

But the flower knows no difference and protects against all.

And I, the patient gardener, cannot help but try to enjoy the fragrance up close . . . and so, I will experience the thorns.