The Rose of Pain...
A beautiful rose with thorns
it pricks
it stabs
it bleeds.
How could something so
Beautiful
hurt me?
How do pain and beauty
exist together?
Oh Beautiful Rose
be careful not to stab the one you love
Withdraw your painful thorns
Cut them off if you must
Let your fragrance and beauty be stronger
than the bite of your needles.
Oh precious rose, precious mate
Prune me if you must
but be kind
For I am a thorn less rose,
and cannot prick back
but only die in my pain.
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