If I Picked A Red Rose

If I Picked a Red Rose
If I picked,
On the earth,
From the ground,
A beautiful,
Red rose,
And gave it to you,
What would you say,
What would you do,
How would you hold it,
Would you carefully,
Hold it,
Between the thorns,
Or would you,
Absentmindedly,
Put your hand,
On the whole stem,
If a thorn poked you,
Would you cry,
Or would you laugh,
At the careless effort,
Put forth by you,
This is a poem that I wrote in my spare time. It is not really about anyone, but it was just fun to write, and the topic was on my mind for some reason.
This poem is a little bit weird…